Quotes About Silence

When neighbors ran into each other, they did not stop to chat but just nodded and hurried on. Everyone felt vulnerable, and no one wanted to say anything that would cause trouble. We

do I have to go back?" to "Why did I get to come to this place of silence?" I realized that the blessing I had received from this experience was the knowledge that deep internal peace is accessible to anyone at any time. I believe the experience of Nirvana exists in the consciousness of our right hemisphere, and that at any moment, we can choose to hook into that part of our brain. With this

The past is what's written down. It is very quiet; only people who can write make any sound at all.

Well, this time you're just going to have to stop yourself." Straightening up, Rupert grinned. "We don't want this to be spoiled, do we? Trust me, some secrets are better kept.

I am writing this because they cannot.

The third conclusion I've made is: if governments are collaborating, so must we. When it comes to expression, one thing remains certain: no one will moderate the speech of governments or their officials. Sure, Twitter will fact-check Trump, and Facebook will boot members of foreign governments (and maybe someday even the president of the United States), but in the grand scheme of things, we might be watching the watchers, but no citizen has the power to silence them.

they would not be allowed to mourn him when he passed, either. They were just supposed to watch quietly with the rest of the witnesses when the warden pulled the black curtain back and the crowd outside the prison gates began to cheer. . . .

His name was Mr. O. H. Lee and sometimes she said hello and he said nothing.

They know that what is really said and what we actually hear during a negotiation is far more important than what we allow ourselves to think while others talk. In order to blank slate effectively, the little voice in our own heads must be silent.

If you can't keep from talking, you won't be able to blank slate.

Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating.

Secrets are like pregnancies hereabouts. You can hide them for a while but then they will start screaming.

A hundred years ago no one was silent or tongue-tied, as we are now, when death was in the room. They had not yet muzzled grief or banished it from daily life. Death was cultivated, watered like a plant. There was no need for whispering or mime.

Sometimes in matters of the heart words are not required. Are ill advised, in fact.

The sound of 'gentle stillness' after all the thunder and wind have passed will the ultimate Word from God.

the Sierra, a region so quiet and pristine that we have the sense of being the first human beings ever to set foot in it. We fall silent ourselves in its midst, as if conversation in a place of such primaevl solitude would be like talking in church.

Communication is not so much about what you say, as what you don't say.

It is better to rely on one's self alone. In my cat-life, all our training is founded on suspicion. I can see that it is just the same in the life of men. Those who confide in others are only betrayed. It is better to keep silent and to be treacherous one's self.

No hay zarzas ardientes ni voces ensordecedoras que vienen del monte Sinaí en el examen. Dios aparece en el tranquilo susurro de nuestros recuerdos, pensamientos y sentimientos guiados por el Espíritu. ¡Qué realidad tan maravillosa!

I ignored them, mostly because I had no idea what I should say and I didn't want to make the situation worse.

The more you know, the less you need to say.

No historic presidential election, no athlete or entertainer's success, no silent tolerance of one another is enough to create the truth and reconciliation needed to eliminate racial inequality or the presumption of guilt. We're going to have to collectively acknowledge our failures at dealing with racial bias. People of faith are going to have to raise their voices and take action. Reading this extraordinary new work by Jim Wallis is a very good place to start.

If the phone doesn't ring, it's me.

We sit silently in our living room. He watches the mute television screen and I watch him. The planes and ridges of his face are more familiar to me than my own. I understand that he wishes even more than I do that he still loved me.