Quotes About Silent

Dogs are like that, I guess—they know how to fix you without ever saying a word.

Which is the least spoken language, world-wide?The language of Truth

We are adaptable creatures. It's the source of our earthly comfort and, I suppose, of our silent rage goodreads

That was how he felt safest. Revealing nothing.

What is love at first sight but a proof of the powerful but silent language of physiognomy?

Most of what has lived on Earth has left behind no record at all.

The others were silent and only seemed to be encouraging Trump. Porter was appalled that the president was even considering a preemptive withdrawal from NAFTA.

Viscosity causes the stillness of disinclination; velocity causes the stillness of fascination. An observer can't tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy.

Viscosity and velocity are opposites, yet they can look the same. Viscosity causes the stillness of disinclination; velocity causes the stillness of fascination. An observer can't tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy.

I'm so jealous I can't speak.

Me sentía muy tranquila y muy vacía, como debe de sentirse el ojo de un tornado que se mueve con ruido sordo en medio del estrépito circundante.

She. Silent, fawn-eyed. Clever.

I do not like to think of all the things, familiar, useful and worthy things, I have never put into a poem.

There's no vocabulary For love within a family, love that's lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.

Silent they were, and clad in black, the men and the women; even the children. And their faces were all the same, and gazed at Cyrion in the same way. They gazed at him as if he were the last bright day in their lives, the last bright coin in the otherwise empty coffer.

Preach the Gospel at all times and when necessary use words.

Preach the Gospel at all times. When necessary, use words.

Go into all the world and preach the gospel, and if necessary, use words.

Oh to be an angel (if there were any!), and go straight up into the sky and look around and then come down not to be covered with steel and aluminum glaringly ugly in the pure distances and clattering and buckling, wheezing but to be part of the treetops and the blueness, invisible, the iridescent darknesses beyond, silent, listening to the air becoming no air becoming air again

Death had no lips, but it was smiling.

A white Christmas fills the churchyard.

Jesus reaches out to the suffering world from the silent center where he stands in full attentiveness to his Father.

You cannot give anything more important than the Love reflected in your own life. That is the one true universal language, which allows us to speak Chinese or the dialects of India. For if, one day, you go to those places, the silent eloquence of Love will mean that you will be understood by everyone.

Death was more like what we went through in the park: two people walking side by side in the mist, rubbing against trees and bushes, and not a word between them. It was something emptier than the name itself and yet right and peaceful, dignified, if you like.