Quotes About Silence

The true genius shudders at incompleteness — and usually prefers silence to saying something which is not everything it should be.

I'm sorry for him who cannot hear what the tall trees have to say.

All, all, are sleeping on the hill.

The tongue may be an unruly member-- But silence poisons the soul.

Many people would be more truthful were it not for their uncontrollable desire to talk.

Oddly, Leigh couldn't think of anything to say. How exactly should one respond to a threat spelled out in fish?

Children should be seen and not heard,' my mother contributed grimly, ganging up on me. That was the worst part, having her join the enemy. I knew it was her idea of diplomacy, and that it probably stemmed from cowardice, but to me it was simple betrayal, selling out her own child for the sake of peace.

What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.

An event has happened, upon which it is difficult to speak, and impossible to be silent.

The landscape conveys an impression of absolute permanence. It is not hostile. It is simply there - untouched, silent and complete. It is very lonely, yet the absence of all human traces gives you the feeling you understand this land and can take your place in it.

The most dangerous stories are the ones that never get told.

Of thy word unspoken thou art master; thy spoken word is master of thee.

If in the moonlight from the silent bough Suddenly with precision speak your name The nightingale, be not assured that now His wing is limed and his wild virtue tame. Beauty beyond all feathers that have flown Is free; you shall not hood her to your wrist, Nor sting her eyes, nor have her for your own In any fashion; beauty billed and kissed Is not your turtle; tread her like a dove - She loves you not; she never heard of love.

Unlike most people, I kept my mouth shut about the man I was living with.

Lie down beside these waters That bubble from the spring; Hear in the desert silence The desert sparrow sing; Draw from the shapeless moment Such pattern as you can; And cleave henceforth to Beauty; Expect no more from man. Man, with his ready answer, His sad and hearty word, For every cause in limbo, For every debt deferred, For every pledge forgotten, His eloquent and grim Deep empty gaze upon you,— Expect no more from him.

Not speak however silently, But my hushed voice will answer Thee

PIERROT: Of course not. There never was. "Moon's" just a word to swear by. "Mutton!"—now there's a thing you can lay the hands on, And set the tooth in! Listen, Columbine: I always lied about the moon and you. Food is my only lust. COLUMBINE: Well, eat it, then, For Heaven's sake, and stop your silly noise! I haven't heard the clock tick for an hour.

I have a winter reason.

No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.

Y qué es la verdad? —Respondió José. —Unas veces lo contrario de la mentira; otra veces, lo contrario del silencio.

El amor cuando es amor no habla, no necesita.

Si ahora están en silencio, si ahora en ese silencio están interrogándose, si no quiebran ese silencio en el que están interrogandose con una sonrisa muda, es porque nada los retiene allí salvo eso, salvo estar sencillamente el uno frente al otro, dejando pasar el tiempo sin más objeto que tenerse cerca, y eso es lo bello de estar en silencio interrogándose

Y lo peor (en realidad no sé si es lo peor, o es igual de malo que todo lo que llevo escrito hasta acá) es que no tengo con quien hablarlo, y eso me hace sentir solo. Estar enamorado de una mujer y no poder hacer nada al respecto es terrible. Pero estar enamorado de esa mujer y encima tener que callarlo, y hacer como que no pasa nada, y mirar a otra parte cada vez que uno la tiene al otro lado de la mesa y se muere por mirarla...