Quotes About Silence

The vegetal academy of silences

Exist? destul? metafizic? în a nu te gândi la nimic.

O coração, se pudesse pensar, pararia.

The ideal would be to undertake no more action than the false action of a fountain - rising only to fall in the same place, glittering pointlessly in the sunlight and making a noise in the silence of the night that would set any dreamer dreaming of rivers, an absent smile on his lips.

And suddenly the metaphysically abrupt noise of the arrival of the office boy. I could kill him for interrupting what I was not thinking. I look at him, turning around, in a silence full of hatred; I listen, expectantly, in a tension of latent homicide. He smiles from the back of the office and says hello out loud. I hate him as I hate the universe. My eyes are leaden with sleep.

Eis-me aqui! O que há para mim senão vacuidade No mundo (...), o que me destinastes? O vazio? O silêncio? A escuridão? Desses-me o instinto deles, não a plena Torturação da luz.

In these random impressions, and with no desire to be other than random, I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography, my lifeless history. These are my Confessions, and if in them I say nothing, it's because I have nothing to say.

I want you only to dream of you,' they tell the beloved woman in verses they never send – they who dare not tell her anything. This 'I want you only to dream of you' is a verse from an old poem of mine. I record the memory with a smile, and don't even comment on the smile.

I want you only for my dreams,' they tell the beloved woman in verses they never send – they who dare not tell her anything. This 'I want you only for my dreams' is a verse from an old poem of mine. I record the memory with a smile, and don't even comment on the smile.

Nasciamo senza saper parlare e moriamo senza aver saputo dire. La nostra vita trascorre fra il silenzio di chi tace e il silenzio di chi non è stato compreso, e intorno a tutto ciò, come un'ape in un luogo senza fiori, aleggia sconosciuto un inutile destino.

Let us flee, my love, from being ourselves… Let us never remove from our finger the magic ring that summons, when turned, the fairies of silence and the elves of darkness and the gnomes of oblivion…

Todo arte es una forma de literatura, porque consiste en expresar algo. Hay dos formas de expresarlo: hablar y callarse. Las artes que no pertenecen a la literatura son la proyección de un silencio expresivo.

La inmensidad vacía de las cosas, el gran olvido que hay en el cielo y la tierra.

Hablar es tener demasiada consideración por los demás. Por la boca mueren los peces y Oscar Wilde.

I pass times, I pass silences; formless worlds pass by me.

Son mis Confesiones, y si en ellas nada digo, es que nada tengo que decir.

I feel this because I feel nothing. I think this because this is nothing. Nothing, nothing, part of the night and the silence and what I share with them of vacancy, of negativity, of in-betweenness, a gap between me and myself, something forgotten by some god or other … 442

There's metaphysics enough in not thinking about anything.

Ä°ster savaÅŸmak söz konusu olsun ister ak?l yürütmek, bütün eylemler hatal?d?r; t?pk? insan?n herhangi bir ÅŸey yapmaktan kaç?nmas? gibi. Ah bir bilebilseydim hem hiçbir ÅŸey yapmaman?n, hem de eylemden vazgeçmemenin yolunu! Zaferimi simgeleyen hayal tac?na, yücelenlerin sessizlik asas?na kavuÅŸmuÅŸ olurdum o zaman.

The child is still there but has fallen silent. I see the way I saw, but from behind my eyes I see myself seeing, and that is enough to darken the sun, to make the green of the trees old, and to wilt the flowers before they open.

I saw dawn break and felt happy; today I see dawn break, feel happy, and become sad. The child is still there but has fallen silent. I see the way I saw, but from behind my eyes I see myself seeing, and that is enough to darken the sun, to make the green of the trees old, and to wilt the flowers before they open.

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The silence in the room was so unusually quiet that the beginning of it seemed rather loud when the utter stillness of the end of it had been encountered.

Supposing you are a lady so completely dumb that the dogs in the street do not think you are worth growling at.