Quotes About Silence

Just to love! She did not ask to be loved. It was rapture enough just to sit there beside him in silence, alone in the summer night in the white splendor of moonshine, with the wind blowing down on them out of the pine woods.

I like a man whose eyes say more than his lips, thought Valancy.

Sometimes, in doing philosophy, one just wants to utter an inarticulate sound.

Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darüber muß man schweigen.

In art it is hard to say anything as good as saying nothing.

So in the end, when one is doing philosophy, one gets to the point where one would like just to emit an inarticulate sound.

Concerning that which cannot be talked about, we should not say anything.

a nothing will serve just as well as a something about which nothing could be said.

There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.

That of which we cannot speak, we must pass over in silence

There are, indeed, things that are inexpressible. They show themselves. They are what is mystical.

What we can't say we can't say, and we can't whistle it either.

O ?em není možno mluvit, o tom se musí ml?et.

What we cannot speak about we must pass over in silence.

Say what you choose, so long as it does not prevent you from seeing the facts. (And when you see them there is a good deal that you will not say.)

Hasta que, para colmar el encanto, surgió del mar la luna: primero entre las nieblas del horizonte como una lúgubre máscara de fuego que asomara amenazadora para espiar en medio de un silencio espantoso sus dominios marítimos; luego volviéndose paulatinamente más clara, reduciéndose exactamente a un níveo fulgor que ensanchó el mar en un plateado pálpito sin fin.

That dreaded silence. Most people of the Western mindset live in fear of it. They stay busy to escape its emptiness. Cut off from their own animal nature by processed food and air-conditioned offices, they occupy themselves with television and home-improvement projects to keep at bay the uncharted darkness within.

But what if the silence between commercials begins to whisper? What if he came to realize that his bosses, parents, and teachers, despite their prestige, know nothing?

Let God leave us! Let us grow up. Let us walk forward on our own. Because we need the silence of the holy: we need the sacred and equally we need its maddening silence. And in the curious privacy and relief of that silence we can go out into the chaos and commit a thousand acts of minor and gleeful splendor all our own. If it's our tragedy to be left by God, then let it also be our luck.

She crouched down, then

I'm so sorry.' It was very obvious Mrs Douglas was dead. She was dressed only in her nightgown; her eyes protruded

I say, William, have you a word that rhymes with jewel?" Hamlet asked with the hoarsened voice of one who had bellowed one too many battle cries. And William, who never had any words to utter that weren't variations on some curse or another, said helpfully, "Ah," then promptly fell silent. "Try fool," Richard muttered. "And be certain to apply it to me.

She held out her hand. "What is it you want?" he rumbled. "Your ring." He frowned. "And if I'm not inclined to give it?" "Then you'll have a few silent days to look forward to." She lifted her eyebrows in challenge. "And you know how good I am at that." He muttered under his breath as he pulled off the ring and handed it to her.

Shh," she said sternly, as if Luc had been the one who'd just let out the caterwaul.