Quotes About Silence

I hope the amazed reader will be patient for a while—in order simply to read.

Sen bir insan?n dostunun olmas? ne demek bilir misin? Her ?eyini söyleyebilece?i de?il, hiçbir ?ey söylemeyebilece?in birisinin olmas?. Birlikte susabilece?in biri. Her an ula?abilece?in bir dinlenme gibi. ??te, böyle bir ?eyim var benim. Her ?eyden daha sa?lam, daha de?erli. Böyle bir ?eye sahibim ben.

The referee told me this league has never had a brawl of that magnitude," said Mr. Penderwick after a long, painful silence. "Of course, at the time I was pretending to be a casual passerby and not a father at all.

When no one knows who is the expert, and the expert for whatever reason is unwilling to speak up, expertise is lost.

Ghosts sit in my mouth and sing.

we had long silences together over the line. I liked those moments. With my ear close to the receiver, I'd try to hear her breath, her breathing. When she broke the silence, her voice became more important.

There wasn't a human being for several kilometers around, not a news-stand, not a shop, not a café, not a school. Not a cat, not a skinhead. Nothing.

Lead us toward a speech, which is as beautiful as silence, and toward a silence, which is as beautiful as the sweetest and truest of words. (119)

It is the conscious Breath that comes from the unnamable space where inspiration originates, and expiration returns—that space without boundaries, which we are sometimes fortunate enough to taste when silence reigns within us.

Here's all you need to know to become enlightened: Sit down, shut up, and ask yourself what's true until you know.

No man can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips.

That's the great thing about a tractor. You can't really hear the phone ring.

It's like you can't have a real conversation with anyone.

Men with power either trumpet to everyone just how powerful they are, or they use that power effectively by keeping quiet about it, and going about their duties.

Anger is simply momentary madness, and sometimes there is strength in silence. After all, he is only throwing words, not stones.

Stay quiet or the last sound you'll hear is your brain exiting through your eye sockets. It's sort of a bang/slurp sound. Trust me, you wouldn't like it.

What's the big flaw in your plan?" -"Victims who won't shut the fuck up.

The words would linger, form in his mind, but never become sound, trapped between his need and his will.

I didn't answer her. All I could have said was I don't know, a sentence that was becoming a kind of witness to our own ignorance or incompetence. Or both.

Be still that human need. To fill the silence with words.

Observation had always meant more to me than interaction.

Sometimes insight into character and dialogue means being silent.

But the truth was what Silvina had seen: we were already ghosts. We just kept haunting each other for no reason. Even as we kept awaiting the mortal blow. But there would be no mortal blow, just endless depths.

Control said nothing, had said nothing for quite some time, as if he didn't trust words anymore. Or had begun to cherish the answers silence gave him.