Quotes About Silence

In human intercourse the tragedy begins, not when there is misunderstanding about words, but when silence is not understood.

People often ask me questions that I cannot very well answer in words, and it makes me sad to think they are unable to hear the voice of my silence.

Sotto le nuvole bianche, cade la neve. Non si vedono né le nuvole, né la neve. Né il gelo, né lo splendore candido della terra. Un omino solo scivola sopra i suoi sci e va. La neve cade. Cade fino a che l'omino scompare tornando nella sua opacità. Il mio amico Serge, un amico di tanti e tanti anni, ha comprato un quadro. E' una tela di circa un metro e sessanta per uno e venti. Raffigura un uomo che attraversa lo spazio e poi scompare.

Taal verwoordt slechts de onmogelijkheid om je uit te drukken.

Olmo Panero a traversé les Pyrénées pour nous dire que les mots étaient des parenthèses de silence.

Hate can only exist where people refuse to speak out against it.

The road was frozen. The village lay quiet under the cold sky. Komako hitched up the skirt of her kimono and tucked it into her obi. The moon shone like a blade frozen in blue ice.

Si tu n'arrives pas à le dire avec des mots,n'en parle pas: ce n'est pas grave...

My revolution of the Self, which has been such an essential part of my life so far, is all about discovering death. My destiny is to make art for my own requiem: art which gives meaning to death, tracing the beauty of colours and space in the silence of death's footsteps and the 'nothingness' it promises.

The quietest of people have the loudest of minds.

I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.

Only the dead can be forgiven; But when I think of that my tongue's a stone.

Meditation is a silent way of looking at resistance. You're not running away from it -- you're sitting with the resistance ... basically you're trying to follow the resistance. And I think that's very interesting.

Now all I know how to do is to grow dark in the evening. I'm happy with what I've got. And all I wish to say is my name and address, and perhaps my father's name, like a prisoner of war who, according to the Geneva Convention, is not required to say a single word more.

Cuando buscas sabiduría, la primera fase es el silencio, la segunda fase es la escucha, la tercera fase es el recuerdo, la cuarta es la práctica y la quinta la enseñanza".

When truth is replaced by silence,the silence is a lie.

Quand la vérité est remplacée par le silence, le silence est un mensonge

I stopped and listened. But all I could hear was.. a kind of thudding, and not in me but somewhere near me... my heart.

Rüzgarla yerinden kopan bir yaprak sükunetle aÅŸa?? düÅŸer ama düÅŸerken döner, k?vr?l?r ve tan?d??? her dalla, her filizle, gövdeyle göz göze gelir... Yanlar?ndan geçtiÄŸim her kafaya, duvarlar?n saydam buzuna, bulutlara uzanan Ak?mtoplar Kulesi'yle iÅŸte öyle göz göze geldim.

No, I did not understand. But I nodded silently. I was dissolved, I was infinitely small, I was a point... There is, after all, a logic of its own (today's logic) in this condition: a point contains more unknowns than anything else; it need but stir, move, and it may turn into thousands of curves, thousands of bodies. I was afraid to stir: what would I turn into?

But how was I going to explain my whole being, this whole disease that I've been jotting down in these pages? So I shut up and went along peacefully. A leaf torn off a tree by a sudden gust of wind falls peacefully downward, but on the way it twists, catches at every twig, offshoot, branch that it knows. That is just how I caught at each silent spherical head, at the transparent ice of the walls, at the light blue needle of the Accumulator Tower as it thrust up into the clouds.

A quiet fool is half a sage.

I am aware that, every time I have a conversation with a book, I benefit from someone's decision against silence.

The unspeakable is a wound that stays open always, always, and forever.