Quotes About Silence

In silence, an act is an act is an act. Verbalized and discussed, it becomes an ethical problem ...

There was a silence. In spite of their sadness—because of it, even; for their sadness was the symptom of their love for one another—the three young men were happy.

The silent bear no witness against themselves.

Because it is idiotic. Writing when there's nothing to say...

Silence is as full of potential wisdom and wit as the unshown marble of great sculpture.

Shut lips, sleeping faces, Every stopped machine, The dumb and littered places Where crowds have been:. All silences rejoice, Weep (loudly or low), Speak-but with the voice Of whom, I do not know.

There are confessable agonies, sufferings of which one can positively be proud. Of bereavement, of parting, of the sense of sin and the fear of death the poets have eloquently spoken. They command the world's sympathy. But there are also discreditable anguishes, no less excruciating than the others, but of which the sufferer dare not, cannot speak. The anguish of thwarted desire, for example.

It is finished. Old Mitsima's words repeated themselves in his mind. Finished, finished....In silence and from a long way off, but violently. desperately, hopelessly, he had loved Kiakimé. And now it was finished. He was sixteen.

There can be no cancellation of accomplished facts; but for practical purposes a conspiracy of silence is almost as effective as cancellation. Unmentioned, what is can become as though it were not.

He wanted to imprison his nameless misery in words.

The negative propaganda of silence is probably more effective as an instrument of persuasion and mental regimentation than speech. Silence creates the condition in which such words as are spoken or written take most effect.

But there's another one who doesn't get frightened." "Which one is that?" "The one that doesn't talk—just looks and listens and feels what's going on inside.

Cómo puedes hablar así? —¿Que cómo puedo? —repitió Bernard en tono meditabundo—. No, el verdadero problema es: «¿Por qué no puedo hablar?»

In the dark silence, in the void of all sensation, something began to know it. Very dimly at first, from immeasurably far away, but gradually the presence approached. The dimness of that other knowledge grew brighter ...

But silence and the topless dark Vault in the lights of Luna Park; And Blackpool from the nightly gloom Hollows a bright tumultuous tomb. He put it down again, shook his head, and sighed. What genius I had then! he reflected, echoing the aged Swift. It was nearly six months since the book had been published; he was glad to think he would never write anything of the same sort again. Who could have been reading it, he wondered?

Silence, silence.' All the air of the fourteenth floor was sibilant with the categorical imperative. Fifty

The more I think of it, there is something futile, mediocre, even (I am tempted to say) foppish about speech. By contrast, how the gravity of Nature and her silence startle you, when you stand face to face with her, undistracted, before a barren ridge or in the desolation of the ancient hills.

There was a little hill behind the house. You climbed it, and there was the whole sky from horizon to horizon. A hundred and eighty degrees of brute inexplicable mystery. It was a good place for just sitting and saying nothing.

No se debe discutir con los adversarios; hay que atacarlos, callarlos a gritos o, si molestan demasiado, liquidarlos. El intelectual, moralmente remilgado, tal vez se escandalice de una cosa así. Pero las masas siempre están convencidas de que "el derecho está de parte del agresor activo".

There was a silence. In spite of their sadness—because of it, even; for their sadness was they symptom of their love for one another—the three young men were happy.

Did he? Jenny lowered her voice. Shall I tell you what I think of that man? I think he's slightly sinister. Having made this pronouncement, she entered the ivory tower of her deafness and closed the door. Denis could not induce her to say anything more, could not induce her even to listen. She just smiled at him, smiled and occasionally nodded.

He would have liked to speak; but there were no words. Not even in Shakespeare.

Abban volt bölcs, hogy tudott hallgatni. A hallgatás úgy zárja magába a bölcsesség és szellemesség ígéretét, mint márványtömb a remekbe faragott szobrot. Aki hallgat, nem tanúskodik önmaga ellen.

In all dictatorial propaganda, silence is at least as important as speech.