Quotes About Silence

The most beautiful silence can be heard in the symphonies of nature when the best in the human being embraces in passion this silence - we rejoice in the eternal symphony of soul and silence.. Rooma Mehra

The most beautiful silence can be heard in the symphonies of nature.. And when the best in the human being embraces in passion this silence - we rejoice in the eternal symphony of soul and silence..

Cuando el dolor cae sobre ti sin paliativos, lo primero que te arranca es la palabra.

Hablo de ese dolor que es tan grande que ni siquiera parece que te nace de dentro, sino que es como si hubieras sido sepultada por un alud. Y así estás. Tan enterrada bajo esas pedregosas toneladas de pena que no puedes ni hablar.

True lovers may never know what love means. A man may love a woman out of his reach. She does not know he loves her, and he will never speak of it.

Every bit of communication from then on related to the "wall"; every silence was evidence of its enduring presence.

Everything ceased. She listened hard. Nothing, nothing, nothing. But she could feel the calm breathing of the night. She put on her mother's mitts, took the ax, stepped out the door. Outside, there was resounding silence. The black sky was a poem beyond meaning.

I was not prepared to think of the people I had lost, or to speak of them, although we did, carefully, without letting their names loose in the wind that would reach their ears. We feared that they would hear us and never rest, come back out of pity for the loneliness we felt.

And so, you see, her absence stopped time. What

He was empty of response. There was a hollow feeling

It seemed to Thomas that the stars were drumming in the moonless deep.

Outside, the snow drifted down the layers of air, flake by flake. Watching the snow glide down put Patrice into a trance

We stayed away from the fact of Lark's existence, or anything to do with our actual thoughts.

There was still blood going down Henry's chin, but he didn't notice it and no one said anything, even though every time he took a bite of his bread his blood fell onto it until he was eating his own blood mixed in with the food.

The world halted. There sounded a great gong made of sky. A gasp. Silence.

And so, you see, her absence stopped time.

She just said nothing. Nothing. She let the silence between them fill the air. Unlike other people, Omakayas had noticed, silence did not make Old Tallow uncomfortable. Now the warrior lady simply stood and smoked her pipe. The smoke drifted serenely in wavering fangs from each corner of her mouth. She was thinking.

When Mutti and Vati came in I didn't speak to them. I just unfurled the CAT MOLESTERS banner I had made.

Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies.

Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth.

Ya no nos queda demasiada música dentro para hacer bailar a la vida: ahí esta. Toda la juventud ha ido a morir al fin del mundo en el silencio de la verdad. ¿Y adónde ir, fuera, decidme, cuando no llevas contigo la suma suficiente de delirio? La verdad es una agonía ya interminable. La verdad de este mundo es la muerte. Hay que escoger: morir o mentir. Yo nunca me he podido matar.

The words were terrible, but they didn't have any power.

Reinforced to me again and again was how I was a 'brave girl' for not crying, a 'good girl' for not complaining, and soon I began defining myself this way, equating strength with silence.

I'm afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish... like a broken silence.