Quotes About Silence

Shut up this minute, you silly little creatures...

nine years earlier. Life was still

To see the infinite pity of this place, The mangled limb, the devastated face, The innocent sufferers smiling at the rod, A fool were tempted to deny his God. He sees, and shrinks; but if he look again, Lo, beauty springing from the breast of pain!— He marks the sisters on the painful shores, And even a fool is silent and adores.

If you want to find God, hang out in the space between your thoughts.

No response is a response.

Say nothing," Essada suggested. "It makes you more tolerable.

I will remove these restraints. And leave this cell, with the door open, and retire to my living quarters. I will speak of this encounter to no one.

There was no reply. That in itself was encouraging. They trudged on, Luke stealing admiring glances at her when she wasn't looking.

Husband and wife stood regarding each other for the first time in years. Amid the smoke and drifting embers, neither said a word. Emerging from behind the figure in the portal, C-3PO walked out into the scorched field to confront the motionless droid beside Han.

Alone . . . alone . . . It echoed in her mind as she sat there. Under the weight of the loneliness Han's voice seemed to fade, and Maz Kanata's as well, until there was nothing surrounding her but a silence as deep and profound as the distant reaches of space itself.

Home at that moment was a starless night, a steady wind, not a human to be seen.

There is a thumping silence, and the light of the one lamp across the wet tiled floor seems conscious that it will illuminate this and many other atrocities, just as it will go on shining through days and months of sudden speechless lusts, and all the intervening hours of silent emptiness.

Yet the time-deaf are unable to speak what they know. For speech needs a sequence of words, spoken in time.

A cloud floats in the sky. A sparrow flutters. No one speaks.

Noise is relative to the silence preceeding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap. Our masters have not heard the peoples voice for generations, Evey and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

Noise is relative to the silence preceding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap.

People's lives take them strange places. They do strange things, and... well, sometimes they can't talk about them.

Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth-talkers... and all of a sudden, nobody can think of anything to say.

It does not do to rely too much on silent majorities, Evey, for silence is a fragile thing... One loud noise, and it's gone.

Noise is relative to the silence preceding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap. Our masters have not heard the people's voice for generations Evey and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

Although the fire is dead, these cinders are its voice

Noise is relative to the silence preceding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap. Our masters have not hear the people's voice for generations Evey and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

Nothing is every quiet, except for fools.

He went out of the door, and she watched him through the little window, walking slowly to the door of the church. Then she sat down at his table, and put her head on it, and was silent, with the patient suffering of black women, with the suffering of oxen, with the suffering of any that are mute.