Quotes About Silence

Silence will create respect and dignity; justice and fairplay will bring more friends; benevolence and charity will enhance prestige and position; courtesy will draw benevolence; service of mankind will secure leadership and good words will overcome powerful enemies.

The pauses are a precise language, more a language than actual language is, Elisabeth thinks.

Think how quiet a book is on a shelf, he said, just sitting there, unopened. Then think what happens when you open it.

their nineteen-sixties with the flowers in the guns and their summers of love, as if all we'd had was winter, all we'd had was rations. Just very good at keeping quiet, is what we were. We had to be. It was the way. Them with their jet-age.

I don't like it when the summer goes and the autumn comes, she said. Daniel took her by the shoulders and turned her round. He didn't say anything. But all across the landscape down behind them it was still sunlit blue and green. She looked up at him showing her how the summer was still there. Nobody spoke like Daniel. Nobody didn't speak like Daniel.

The nettles say nothing. The seeds at the tops of the grass stems say nothing. The little white flowers on the tops of their stalks, she doesn't know what they are but they're saying their fresh nothing. The buttercups say it merrily. The gorse says it unexpectedly, a bright yellow nothing, smooth and soft and delicate against the mute green nothing of its barbs.

Maybe it's easier to talk to someone who won't ever actually hear what you say.

shut up", it means be quiet and listen!

most people interpret silence as rejection!

If it's total freedom, I guess the ultimate thing you can go into is total silence between the audience and performer, with the performer projecting something he doesn't even have to play.

Here is the desert of silence, Blinking and blind in the sun-- An old, old woman who mumbles her beads And crumbles to stone.

Friends have ways of speaking without words.

Nan worked very hard. We didn't speak, but her breaths are a vocabulary. When she's concentrating, her tongue moves across her bottom lip as if polishing it. The air in the back of her throat laps, tide-like.

if they told their own stories, our whole society could fall apart. They have to think it's nothing. But—

Silence is so steadfast, you know. It is so ample, after all.

When I talked to my medical friends about the strange silence on this subject in American medical magazines and textbooks, I gained the impression that here was a subject tainted with Socialism or with feminine sentimentality for the poor.

Just because something is unspoken doesn't mean that it disappears.

My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel.

Top tip 4: Somtimes you're lying when you say nothing at all

I want this noise within me to die down.

You talk to me in your sleep, the only time you talk to me.

I don't remember how to speak for myself anymore

I can't tell you a thing.

No one is kind to me; no one asks me what's wrong.