Quotes About Silence

Unless you're fond of hollering you don't make great conversations on a running cycle. Instead you spend your time being aware of things and meditating on them. On sights and sounds, on the mood of the weather and things remembered, on the machine and the countryside you're in, thinking about things at great leisure and length without being hurried and without feeling you're losing time.

A finely tempered nature longs to escape from his noisy cramped surroundings into the silence of the high mountains where the eye ranges freely through the still pure air and fondly traces out the restful contours apparently built for eternity.

A finely tempered nature longs to escape from his noisy cramped surroundings into the silence of the high mountains where the eye ranges freely through the still pure air and fondly traces out the restful contours apparently built for eternity. The passage is from a 1918 speech by a young German scientist named Albert Einstein.

I break open a lunch of Swiss cheese, pepperoni and crackers. I cut up the cheese and then the pepperoni in careful, neat slices. The silence allows you to do each thing right.

He doesn't answer. The lady pretends not to be listening, but her motionlessness reveals that she is. We walk toward the motorcycle, and I try to think of something, but nothing comes. I see he's crying a little and now looks away to prevent me from seeing it.

Il y eut un silence et il dit : - J'ai cru bien faire, Herr Unteroffizier. - Il ne faut pas croire, Bürkel. Il faut obéir.

Si je revois un jour Sophie, je le lui dirai : rien n'est plus cruel que le silence puisqu'il laisse subsister l'espérance tout à la décevant toujours.

It is important to remember that anytime you feel the need to begin a conversation with the words, I probably shouldn't tell you this, but . . . it's almost always a conversation that shouldn't happen at all. So, if you feel the need to say, I probably shouldn't say this . . . then DON'T! Just hush. That little nudge you are feeling is probably the Holy Spirit saying, Don't go there. You're going to regret the words you're about to speak. Or as King David wrote, Muzzle it! I

I figured how it maybe was a sign that a man and a woman were actually becoming something together when you could be comfortable in long silences.

uninflected silence

this cat-and-mouse could not last forever, and he also knew that when you are the mouse you don't have much to say about it to the cat.

I studied her face, and for the moment just did that and let all the questions just slide away, like something dropped into the mist and water below us to slide away in the oily silence of the current. — Robert Penn Warren, All the King's Men (Harcourt, Brace, & Co., 1946)

Yeah, we all hated the Nazis, and if anybody didn't, he kept his fool mouth shut about it. Because if you lived in Flatbush, you were surrounded by Jews. And Jews, having paid the price in blood, now owned the Nazis outright, and we could do anything we wanted to them.

Most of the class was in deep thought.

There was perfect silence, except for the sounds of nature.

Your mom and dad lecture a lot. My dad is quiet and a man of few words.

rich dad walked out of his office, said nothing, and signaled with his hand for me to enter.

If you can sit in silence with a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, you and that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you'll never be and you need not waste time in trying.

I don't know, I don't want to talk as much. (...) It's nicer to think dear, pretty thoughts and keep them in one's heart, like treasures. I don't like to have them laughed at or wondered over.

Never be silent with persons you love and distrust, Mr. Carpenter had said once. Silence betrays.

I am afraid to speak or move for the fear all this wonderful beauty will vanish just like a broken silence

They captured in their ramble all the mysteries and magics of a March evening. Very still and mild it was, wrapped in a great, white, brooding silence -- a silence which was yet threaded through with many little silvery sounds which you could hear if you hearkened as much with your soul as your ears. The girls wandered down a long pineland aisle that seemed to lead right out into the heart of a deep-red, overflowing winter sunset.

Have you ever noticed how many silences there are Gilbert? The silence of the woods....of the shore....of the meadows....of the night....of the summer afternoon. All different because the undertones that thread them are different.

Silence and twilight fell over the garden. Far away the sea was lapping gently and monotonously on the bar. The wind of evening in the poplars sounded like some sad, weird old rune-some broken dream of old memories. A slender, shapely young aspen rose up before them against the fine maize and emerald and paling rose of the western sky, which brought out every leaf and twig in dark, tremulous, elfin loveliness.