Quotes About Silence

Being alone could sometimes feel terribly empty...

It is one thing to get all the notes right; any number of unsocialized conservatory prodigies can do that. It is another thing to play the thoughts within the notes, the light around them, the darkness behind them, the silence at the end of the phrase. That is what inspires awe.

1. Sometimes music is needed. 2. Sometimes silence. 3. A novel, like all written things, is a piece of music, the language demanding you make a sound as you read it. Writing one, then, is like remembering a song you've never heard before.

I was spelling out a message that would allow me to talk to myself and to others. The novel that emerged was about things I could not speak of in life, in some cases literally. I would lie, or I would feel a weight on my chest as if someone was sitting there. But when the novel was done, I could read from it. A prosthetic voice.

A prudent silence will frequently be taken for wisdom and a sentence or two cautiously thrown in will sometimes gain the palm of knowledge, while a man well informed but indiscreet and unreserved will not uncommonly talk himself out of all consideration and weight.

Together with a monopoly in everything else, the Government in Russia has assumed a monopoly of nonsense; ordering everyone to be silent, it chatters itself without ceasing.

Pride of friend or enemy did not need any words.

Silence! coeval with eternity! thou wert ere Nature's self began to be; thine was the sway ere heaven was formed on earth, ere fruitful thought conceived creation's birth.

Be silent always when you doubt your sense; And speak, though sure, with seeming diffidence: Some positive, persisting fops we know, Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so; But you, with pleasure own your errors past, And make each day a critic on the last.

For who can move when fair Belinda fails?   Not half so fix'd the Trojan could remain, 5   While Anna begg'd and Dido rag'd in vain.   Then grave Clarissa graceful wav'd her fan;   Silence ensu'd, and thus the nymph began.

Your silence there is better than your spite, For who can rail so long as they can write?

That was one of the saddest things about people--their most important thoughts and feelings often went unspoken and barely understood.

Keeping low to avoid the branches that blocked their paths, they scurried through the dark. Dante with his usual elegant silence and Abby crashing behind him like a bull elephant with a tranquilizer stuck in its butt.

Ama Kardinal Hazretleri, izin verirseniz söyleyeyim. Biz, öteki ressamlar ellerimizle konu?uruz... - Olmad?, diyerek araya girdi yeniden Arezzo Piskoposu, kafayla konu?uyorsunuz... Alg? yoksa, dü?ünce de yoktur, görüntü de yok. Hatta ayn? ?ekilde, ?iir, konu?an resimdir... Resimse, Senyör Orazio, sessiz ?iirdir.

listening can be more powerful than talking.

They don't do it to be cruel. Quite the opposite. I've found friends and acquaintances keep their distance because they don't want to upset you or say the wrong thing. What they don't realize is you're already upset beyond anything they could ever say or do. It's their silence that upsets you. You feel isolated. Abandoned.

I've found friends and acquaintances keep their distance because they don't want to upset you or say the wrong thing. What they don't realize is you're already upset beyond anything they could ever say or do. It's their silence that upsets you. You feel isolated. Abandoned.

Also a fan of being inscrutable, Franco once said, 'You are a the slave of what you say and the master of what you don't say.' He might have added that that approach isn't always guaranteed to work. If you attempt, for example, to be sphinx-like, mysterious and enigmatic when you get to the front of a long queue at the chip shop, you do risk being punched quite hard in the back of the head.

At the center of all things and within all hearts exists the void of possibility one absolute consciousness connecting all that lives dividing, it remains one expanding but does not grow endlessly does it die and eternally it lives, perfect but not yet no-thing and full meaning between each sound silence at the heart of eternal light deep darkness.

Whatever is decoded dies

Warren's guests had learnt about poverty, not from being poor themselves, in places where you did not hear the screams and yelling of help.

Faded smiles oft linger in the face, While grief's first flakes fall silent on the heart!

Your voice would have silenced merle and thrush, And the rose outbloomed would have blushed to blush, And Summer, seeing you, paused, and known That the glow of your beauty outshone its own.

I daresay larks do not find much music in the thunder. But they have the sense to be silent when they hear the roll of that untrembling diapason that makes all things tremble.