Quotes About Silence

And what will happen if words disappear?" I

Somehow, I have the feeling my voice may come back one day if I study the letters imprinted on the used ribbon.

If he had attacked me outright, I might have been able to defend myself. Instead, he exposed my secret as if offering himself to me. I was left mute, listening to my heart pounding in my chest.

When you lost your voice, you lost the ability to make sense of yourself.

All the words are not enough to get anything said.

Ordénales, te ruego, que callen. ¿Por qué siguen gritando? ¿A quién aplauden? ¿A quién aclaman? ¿A sus verdugos? ¿A sus muertos? ¿O querrán convencerse de que tienen manos y pueden hacerlas sonar, de que tienen voz y pueden gritar y oír así la voz que tienen?

Oui, tout à fait Notre pays est un État de droit. C'est indéniable. Encore faut-il préciser de quel droit il s'agit… Il n'y en a qu'un seul, unique et indivisible : le droit de garder le silence.

The three of us, each paralyzed in his own silence, contemplate the horizon, which the dawn lights up with a thousand fires; and each of us knows for certain that the rising sun of this day, like all those that have gone before it, will be incapable of bringing sufficient light into the hearts of men.

The world is a silence broken by the barking of a stray dog.

This room was our ivory tower, Sihem and mine. No one else was ever admitted here. Sometimes we'de come here to commune with our silence and reactivate our senses, dulled and blunted by the noises of every day. We'd bring a book or put on some music, and then we were off. We read Kafka as well as Khalil Gibran, and listened to Oum Kalthoum and Pavarotti with the same grattitude....

une grande bibliothéque en merisier investit toute une aile . C'était notre coin intime;notre retraite dorée. Nous y venions parfois communier avec nos silences et recycler nos sens émoussés par les bruits de tous les jours. Nous prenions un livre ou mettions une musique ,et nous voilà partis . Nous lisions aussi bien que Kafka que Khalil Gibran et écoutions avec la méme gratitude Oum Kalsoum et ou Pavarotti..

there's a very well-known method for getting women, everybody knows it, it's not to say a word.

Someday someone should make a study of the silence that falls inside a car when you're returning home after having flaunted your well-being, partly to edify the company, partly to deceive yourself. It's a silence that tolerates no sound, not even the radio, for who in that mute war of opposition would dare to turn it on?

What there will be, unfortunately, on the one side is silence, and on the other, evidence of bitterness, evidence of injustice, lack of gentleness, lack of pity. An anatomy of melancholy.

Giorni miei Solo a sera m'è dato assistere alla deposizione della luce, quando la vita, ormai senza rimedio, è perduta. Mio convoglio funebre di ogni notte: emigrazione di sensi, accorgimenti delle ore tradite, intanto che lo spirito è rapito sotto l'acutissimo arco dell'esistenza: l'accompagna una musica di indicibile silenzio. Invece dovere ogni mattina risorgere sognare sempre impossibili itinerari.

The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.

In the stillness we discover that there are other ways of knowing things than through the intellect.

The quiet this evening is unsettling. I hadn't realised how loud life was until it all stopped.

Maybe it's not that it's too quiet now, maybe it was too loud before?

Hey, what about you? That monastery didn't make you soft, I hope." "The Cistercians?" Chris laughed. "Make me soft? They're the toughest order in the Catholic Church." "They really don't talk?" "Not only that. They believe in brutal daily work. I might as well have spent another six years in Special Forces.

Where did you learn that?" Vein asked, still staring. "I read," Bruno said evenly. "I talk less than the rest of you. It gives me time.

She shouldn't speak her thoughts; nothing good ever came of speaking your thoughts.

and you smile back and try not to think about the fact that you have nothing, absolutely nothing, to say to each other.

In fact he was rather boring on the subject, but I kept quiet and took comfort in that old saying about fallen apples and their distance from trees.