Quotes About Silence

This silent war of lilies and of roses,Which Tarquin view'd in her fair face's field.

Love all, trust a few,Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemyRather in power than use, and keep thy friendUnder thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,But never tax'd for speech.

In the porches of mine ears.

Lady you berefit me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, And there is such confusion in my powers.

Lady you bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, And there is such confusion in my powers.

Silence is the perfectest herald of joy I were but little happy, if I could say how much.

Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech.

There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance.

He had been "drunken" on their rhythms. But now his mind had gone silent, and sitting alone with nothing to do in his remote cabin, all seemed lost. The wind rattled at the door. "It is sad," Steinbeck said in closing, "when the snow is falling.

An owl sound wandered along the road with me. I didn't hear it—I breathed it into my ears. Little

The things you do not have to say make you rich. Saying things you do not have to say weakens your talk. Hearing things you do not need to hear dulls your hearing. And things you know before you hear them--those are you, Those are why you are in the world.

As the saying goes, in the hanged man's home don't mention the rope.

As Martin Luther King Jr. once said, "Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.

books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will:

This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

My gentle Reader, I perceive / How patiently you've waited, / And now I fear that you expect / Some tale will be related. / O Reader! had you in your mind / Such stores as silent thought can bring, / O gentle Reader! you would find / A tale in every thing.

After that, they simply beat me in a blind rage, but I was no longer interrogated. Had they kept it up, I might have said things that I didn't want to tell. None of us gave anyone away. I don't know whether you should pride yourself on that or not.

By swallowing evil words unsaid, no one has ever harmed his stomach.

I think "No comment" is a splendid expression. I am using it again and again. I got it from Sumner Welles.

Too often the strong silent man is silent because he does not know what to say, and is reputed strong only because he has remained silent.

When it comes, you'll be dreaming that you don't need to breathe; that breathless silence is the music of the dark and it's part of the rhythm to vanish like a spark.

I'll never find out now What A. thought of me. If B. ever forgave me in the end. Why C. pretended everything was fine. What part D. played in E.'s silence. What F. had been expecting, if anything. Why G. forgot when she knew perfectly well. What H. had to hide. What I. wanted to add. If my being around meant anything to J. and K. and the rest of the alphabet.

Unfortunately, poetry is not born in noise, in crowds, or on a bus. There have to be four walls and the certainty that the telephone will not ring. That's what writing is all about.