Quotes About Silence

No me importa nada más, le juro. Me alcanza saberla conmigo en este entuerto. Sabiendo eso, me aguanto el silencio y la distancia y los años y lo que venga. Eso es todo, Ofelia. Disculpe la osadía de escribirle esta carta. Y disculpe la osadía de decirle, en cinco letras imperdonables: la amo.

Supongo que, cuando no se pueden decir las cosas, las miradas se cargan de palabras.

Necesito que el silencio sea sólido, blindado, definitivo. Si aparecieran las palabras el hechizo se rompería y me ganaría la culpa. Y con la culpa, la angustia.

Porque la clave está en que las cosas sucedan sin palabras, en que sean en silencio.

Son raros los hombres. Recién hice una pasada por el patio llevando café y estaban todos callados, mirándose los pies. Papá, Ernesto, mi marido, Manuel, Pedro y sus primos. Ocho hombres en completa inacción y absoluto silencio. Creo que si les hubiese preguntado: "¿En qué están pensando?", los ocho me habrían contestado: "En nada", y habrían sido sinceros.

Y si el precio de serlo es que jamás nadie lo sepa, que sea. Que sea ese el precio. Que todo esto permanezca en el más absoluto silencio. Que nadie sepa, nunca, ni ahora mientras caminamos en esta procesión callada, ni dentro de muchos años cuando sea una viejita memoriosa, Manuel, querido mío, lo mucho que te amé.

Cuando no se pueden decir las cosas, las miradas se cargan de palabras.

The city itself swung slowly toward us silent as a dream. No sign of life but puffs of steam from skyscraper chimneys, the motion of the traffic. The mighty towers stood like tombstones in a graveyard, leaning against the sky and waiting for -- for what? Someday we'll know.

If a man's imagination were not so weak, so easily tired, if his capacity for wonder not so limited, he would abandon forever such fantasies of the supernal. He would learn to perceive in water, leaves and silence more than sufficient of the absolute and marvelous, more than enough to console him for the loss of the ancient dreams.

Alone in the silence, I understand for a moment the dread which many feel in the presence of primeval desert, the unconscious fear which compels them to tame, alter or destroy what they cannot understand, to reduce the wild and prehuman to human dimensions. Anything rather than confront directly the antehuman, that other world which frightens not through danger or hostility but in something far worse - its implacable indifference.

Somewhere under the heavy burden of water going nowhere, under the silence, the old rocks of the river channel waited for the promised resurrection. Promised by whom? Promised by Capt. Joseph "Seldom Seen" Smith; by Sgt. George Washington Hayduke; by Dr. Sarvis and Ms. Bonnie Abbzug, that's whom. But

Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes —Neruda

I don't think I've ever written about me. I'm not a character in any of my plays, except that boy, that silent boy that turns up in Three Tall Women.

One might have supposed one's self at an opera in listening to the voices in my aviary. There were duets and trios, and quartetts and choruses, all arranged as in one piece of music. Did I want silence from the birds? I had but to draw a curtain over the aviary, and their song hushed as they found themselves left in the dark.

It is, in my view, the duty of an apple to be crisp and crunchable, but a pear should have such a texture as leads to silent consumption.

Anyone who realises what Love is, the dedication of the heart, so profound, so absorbing, so mysterious, so imperative, and always just in the noblest natures so strong, cannot fail to see how difficult, how tragic even, must often be the fate of those whose deepest feelings are destined from the earliest days to be a riddle and a stumbling-block, unexplained to themselves, passed over in silence by others.

Nobody heard her tears; the heart is a fountain of weeping water which makes no noise in the world.

Don't write if you can talk, don't talk if you can nod your head, don't nod your head if you don't have to.

You have the right to remain silent, but I don't recommend it.

Garbo Talks!

In space no one can hear you scream.

En boca cerrada no entran moscas [The closed mouth swallows no flies].

The silver swan, who living had no note,When death approached unlocked her silent throat;Leaning her breast against the reedy shore,Thus sung her first and last, and sung no more:Farewell, all joys; O death, come close mine eyes;More geese than swans now live, more fools than wise.

It is said that in a certain faraway land the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered, and after some time thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer.