Quotes About Silence

This is my letter to the world,     That never wrote to me, —

She dropt as softly as a star From out my summer's eve;

The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan ; Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale Jehovah told to her, Can human nature not survive Without a listener? Admonished by her buckled lips Let every babbler be. The only secret people keep Is Immortality.

I never spoke with God

A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day.

The Loneliness One dare not sound— ... The Horror not to be surveyed—

Non parlavo mai - se non sollecitata. In quei casi - brevemente - a voce bassa. Non mi riusciva di vivere nella confusione. Mi vergognavo del chiasso.

Pero con quien cavila mientras el resto no deja de parlotear, con esta persona soy cautelosa. Temo que sea una gran persona.

You did respond—your response was the worst kind—you did nothing.

lucy went along with her mother because ginny wanted her to, because lucy felt it was what girls did with their mothers - watch in silence as, under the cones of dryers, mothers fell out of listening range and into the distance.

I find my voice and manage to say those three one-syllable words back to him. Words I haven't uttered in a very, very long time. Words that meant nothing before now.

They were all true—and still are—but were better left unsaid, just as I decided never to confess to Andy how close I came to losing everything. Instead, I hold that day deep within myself, as a reminder that love is the sum of our choices, the strength of our commitments, the ties that bind us together.

They held each other in silence, and he buried his face in her hair. "Do what you can, my primrose," he whispered at last. "I love my life better than I ever have, now that it's at risk. But even so, I love you better still.

better keep your mouth shut and seem stupid than open it and remove all doubt.

Because your soul must be lonely. That silence you heard, when you tried to pray—that's the sound of God listening.

He supposed it was always that way with the dead, they slid away before we knew enough to ask them the right questions.

At the balls he took me to there were many beautiful young women who didn't say a word. They answered every question with a shrug or a smile. If champagne got spilt down their dresses they only sighed; when the full moon slid out from behind the castle they watched it in silence. I could not understand it. Had they sold their voices too? Even their bodies were silent, always upright, never loosening their lines. They walked like letters on a page.

That silence you heard, when you tried to pray — that's the sound of God listening.

Neither of us mentioned the kissing, so as not to burst the bubble by touching it. So as not to think about what it meant for the two of us to kiss.

Shut up, Julius! I mean, quiet a moment, Commander.

And it's amazing how much noise people ignoring each other can make.

Listen to me, convict. I have not traveled all this way to listen to your war stories. So shut your trap before I shut it for you. Commander Julius Root

We lost the crickets.

I like to be loved, he thought, but he did not voice the notion