Quotes About Silence

If death is this brilliant slide, this high, fine music felt as pure vibration, this plunging float in wind and silence, it's not so bad.

Rien n'est vrai que ce qu'on ne dit pas...

Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation...tooting, howling, screeching, booming, crashing, whistling, grinding, and trilling bolster his ego. His anxiety subsides. His inhuman void spreads monstrously like a gray vegetation.

Readiness of speech is often inability to hold the tongue.

Bien que les étoiles ne parlent pas, même en étant silencieux, ils crient. Although the stars do not speak, even in being silent they cry out.

An artist cannot talk about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.

An artist cannot speak about his art anymore than a plant can discuss horticulture.

We should keep silent about those in power to speak well of them almost implies flattery to speak ill of them while they are alive is dangerous, and when they are dead is cowardly.

To be among people one loves, that's sufficient; to dream, to speak to them, to be silent among them, to think of indifferent things; but among them, everything is equal.

It is a sad thing when men have neither the wit to speak well nor the judgment to hold their tongues.

People who make no noise are dangerous.

Germania hitlerist? dresa ?i domina instinctele s?lbatice ale omului ?i punea în slujba ei toat? magia pe care o pot genera noaptea, t?cerea ?i fr??ia de sânge.

The things we truly love, the things forming the basis and roots of our being, are generally things we never look at. A huge piece of carpeting, empty and naked plains, silent and uninterrupted stretches with nothing to alter the homogeneity of their continuity. I love wide, homogenous worlds, unstaked, unlimited like the sea, like high snows, deserts, and steppes.

Maybe speech has been an evolutionary mistake; maybe everybody would get along better if we couldn't talk to each other.

Perhaps all music, even the newest, is not so much something discovered as something that re-emerges from where it lay buried in the memory, inaudible as a melody cut in a disc of flesh. A composer lets me hear a song that has always been shut up silent within me.

C'est fort de cÅ"ur ; ça ne crie pas quand tu les tues, ça te fixe dans les yeux, ça te traverse par les yeux avec l'aiguille des yeux.

Ce matin, c'est le grand gel et le silence. C'est le silence, mais le vent n'est pas bien mort ; il ondule encore un peu ; il bat encore un peu de la queue contre le ciel dur. Il n'y a pas encore de soleil. Le ciel est vide ; le ciel est tout gelé comme un linge étendu.

He walked briskly.    He was all wrapped up in his joy.    He was filled with songs, packed in his throat and pressing against his teeth. He puckered up his lips.    It was a joy of which he wanted to savour all the smell and taste the juice as long as possible, like a sheep eating grass in the evening among the hills. He went on like that, until the beautiful silence had settled within him and around him, like a meadow.

O Dieu, si tu veux que jamais plus femme n'élève la voix, crée enfin un homme adulte!

Keeping silent blocks both judgment and change.

Take from the philosopher the pleasure of being heard and his desire for knowledge ceases.

People who know little are usually great talkers, while men who know much say little.

Women speak because they wish to speak, whereas a man speaks only when driven to speech by something outside himself — like, for instance, he can't find any clean socks.

Go deeply into the urge to be silent and not the mental interference of how, where and when. If you follow silence to its source you can be taken by it in a moment.