Quotes About Silence

Quiero que la gente se calle tan pronto deje de sentir

Respectfully I kiss her lovely teeth and she says, slowly, gravely, the second time a few notes higher than the first: 'Communion takes place in silence...Communion takes place in silence.' This, she explains, is because this kiss leaves her with the impression of something sacred, where her teeth 'substituted for the host.

I should like my life to leave after it no other murmur than that of the watchman, a song to while away the waiting.

The eternal silence of infinite spaces reassures me.

Silence leads to acceptance, which leads to liberation. All of our conditioning is then suspended; so, too, are morals, manners, even simple courtesy. Dogmas, rules, commandments, churches, political parties, opinions, doctrines, ideologies, and gurus fall away. All that remains is reality. All that remains is truth. How free we suddenly feel!

Le silence est une musique qui parle à l'âme.

We talk about things. We talk about nothing.

He says nothing. Not because he disagrees, or disapproves, but because he's crying. Faintly I hear my father sniffling and wiping away tears, and I know he's proud, just incapable of expressing it. I can't fault the man for not knowing how to say what's in his heart. It's the family curse.

I don't want to give voice to my problems, for fear of rousing them, making them pounce.

am înÈ›eles c? vraja se rupe tocmai pentru c? omul nu îndr?zneÈ™te s? vorbeasc? despre ea, nici s? cread? în ea.

Peste Occident cre?te iedera cimitirelor. Iedera vorbelor care-a ucis via?a.

The unsayable! It was mysteriously linked, I now understood, to the essential. The essential was unsayable. Incommunicable. And everything in the world that tortured me with its silent beauty, everything that needed no words, seemed to be essential. The unsayable was essential.

There are some words that once spoken will split the world in two. There would be the life before you breathed them and then the altered life after they'd been said. They take a long time to find, words like that. They make you hesitate. Choose with care. Hold on to them unspoken for as long as you can just so your world will stay intact.

There are some words that once spoken will split the world in two. There would be the life before you breathed them and then the altered life after they'd been said. They take a long time to find, words like that. They make you hesitate. Choose with care.

There are some words that once spoken will split the world in two. There would be life before you breathed them and then the altered life after they had been said. They take a long time to find, words like that. They make you hesitate. Choose with care. Hold on to them unspoken for as long as you can just so your world will stay intact.

As a reviewer once told me, the story of Alexander's tomb without a body is like Hamlet without the Prince…. The rest is silence.

God cannot be referred to as 'good,' 'better,' or 'best' because He is above all things. If a man says that God is wise, the man is lying because anything that is wise can become wiser. Anything that a man might say about God is incorrect... The best a man can do is to remain silent...The true master knows that if he had a God he could understand, he would never hold Him to be God.

The best a man can do is to remain silent, because any time he prates on about God, he is committing the sin of lying. The true master knows that if he had a God he could understand, he would never hold Him to be God.

I pray for the gift of silence, Of emptiness and solitude, Where everything I touch is turned into prayer:

There was a moment of silence and then Sutherland breathed, "But, darling! Gossip is the food of the gods.

When I got home, the neighborhood would be so quiet that after a few weeks in other places, I'd want to yell at all the silent houses I drove past: What are you doing in there? Eating, shitting, watching TV—writing novels?

I have little tolerance for noise and stupidity.

What could be more lonely than to be enveloped in silence, to be the last of your people to speak your native tongue, to have no way to pass on the wisdom of the elders, to anticipate the promise of the children. This tragic fate is indeed the plight of someone somewhere roughly every two weeks.

You reach a point in your career when the weeks turn into a month or more of the phone not ringing.