Quotes About Silence

Todo hace el amor con el silencio.

Tal vez las palabras sean lo único que existe en el enorme vacío de los siglos

Hide me from this battle with words / and put out the furies of my elemental body.

Je parle comme ça parle en moi. Pas ma voix qui s'efforce de ressembler à une voix humaine mais l'autre qui témoigne que je n'ai cessé d'habiter dans les bois.

Pasé de los insultos al silencio. Eran menos dolorosos los primeros.

El amor es un intercambio de silencios.

Callar es respetar el dolor ajeno, puede ser. Pero eso no cura nada y yo ya no tengo tiempo ni ganas para esperar a que la gente se atreva a decir. Porque si algo me han enseñado los años y los colgajos es que el tiempo no perdona ni cura. Lo que cura es la verdad, y si duele, mala suerte.

Qué difícil es hablar así, sabiendo que todo lo que no sea hablar de lo que realmente importa es simplemente ruido. Huecos a rellenar.

Por qué será que en esta familia nunca nos decimos las cosas que realmente importan?

Hi," she said, in a whispery voice, and nodded as if to confirm that she really meant it.

Perhaps if they all remained silent for as long as possible, they'd slip out of this moment into the next one, and then the next one, until all the preceding moments were erased from memory and everything could start all over again. The ultimate American dream: the eternal present, where nothing has ever happened before what is happening now.

not only did he deplore the waste of words, he detested the moral lassitude with which they were wasted. To him, in whose throat the bone of displacement was forever stuck, it was wrong to talk about nothing when there was a perpetual shortage of words for all the horrible things that happened in the world. It was better to be silent than to say what didn't matter.

Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say

Amor tremendo è il mio. Tu nol conosci ancora, oh!. Tutto ancora non tel mostrai; tu eri mio: secura nel mio gaudio io tacea; nè tutto mai questo labbro pudico osato avria dirti l'ebbrezza del mio cor segreto" "Sparsa le trecce morbide sull'affannoso petto, lenta le palme, e rorido di morte il bianco aspetto, giace la pia, col tremolo sguardo cercando il ciel".

But this is how we men are made: Indignant and furious, we rebel against moderate ills, but bow in silence before the extremes. We bear the worst of what we once considered unbearable, stupefied but not resigned.

Sometimes 'Hmm' is the wisest thing to say.

No," Wednesday agreed. "You have tortured with silence. You let her grieve for a soul she did not lose, mourn a heart that should not have broken, and berate herself for betraying the man she loves...with the man she loves. It can't be 'true' love without the truth, Rumbold.

They say that secrets live at the bottom of a wine bottle. Mama had made it there the night before, slow glass by slow glass, but she'd never spoken a word.

The only way to keep a secret is not to repeat it

You have ruined me. I didn't realize how much I longed for the company of others until I had your words. When they are gone, the nights are darker. The silence is loud and bottomless, and I am empty. I miss them, my beloved Sunday, and I miss you.

We sit, silent, the comfortable way only good friends can sit.

Sometimes, I stay up all night reading book after book, for I have no family to object, and when I wake in the morning, slumped over a table or fallen off a chair, back aching, cold because no one thought to cover me with a blanket or tell me to come to bed, I feel very fortunate." Silence

When he left us, he stole all the words.

The women would not be looking at him like this if he were carrying lilies, reflects Jean-Paul. Flowers have there own silent vocabulary. There are blooms for love, for friendship, for sorrow, and for joy. He inspect the roses he is carrying. Long-stemmed and elegant, they have been grown, selected, arranged, and purchased for a single, unambiguous purpose: to seduce.