Quotes About Silence

Even when they did not look at each other or speak to each other, he could feel a powerful current between them.

saw him as a saint. His attitude silenced me. From that moment on, if he had been brought back to me dead on a stretcher, I would not have cared. He cannot hurt me any more.

Paul, Paul, this is the claim you never made, the fervor you never showed. You were so cool and light, so elusive, and I never felt you encircling me and claiming possession. Rango is saying all the words I wanted to hear you say. You never came close to me, even while taking me. You took me as men take foreign women in distant countries whose language they cannot speak. You took me in silence and strangeness.

Such obsession with reaching the moon, because they had failed to reach each other, each a solitary planet! In silence, in mystery, a human being was formed, was exploded, was struck by other passing bodies, was burned, was deserted. And then it was born in the molten love of the one who cared.

Small talk is like the air that shatters the stalactites into dust again. I do not participate. I wait. I laugh. I am aware that shallowness disintegrates the deeper undercurrents everyone seeks. The underground rivers of dreams, of deeper and deeper selves running underneath. I prefer my submarine region.

Ich liebe dein Schweigen, es ist wie meines. Du bist das einzige Wesen, in dessen Gegenwart ich mich wegen meines eigenen Schweigens nicht beunruhigt fühle. Du besitzt ein ungestümes Schweigen, man fühlt, dass es von Inhalten erfüllt ist. Es ist seltsam lebendiges Schweigen, wie der geöffnete Deckel eines Brunnens, aus dem man das geheimnisvolle Murmeln der Erde vernehmen kann.

Don't tear anything up: it creates blanks, silences—like the dashes of [Paul] Valéry.

I have never described, even in the diary, the act of self-murder which takes place after my being with people. A sense of shame for the most trivial defect, lack, slip, error, for every statement made, or for my silence, for being too gay or too serious, for not being earthy enough, or for being too passionate, for not being free, or being too impulsive, for not being myself or being too much so.

There were silences in my head. I could abandon myself completely to the pleasure of multiple relationships, to the beauty of the day, to the joys of the day. It was as if a cancer in me had ceased gnawing me. The cancer of introspection.

Let us tell them the painful truth, that most of these works of art are about God, whom we never mention in polite society.

A word and everything is saved. A word and all is lost.

Parce que ma bouche se tait, pensez-vous que mon coeur se repose?

Better to be silent and thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.

This quietness frightened me, and once again all my negative feelings about my life came back, protesting, asserting their presence, bewailing their existence in the silence. they were so violent, painful almost, so insistent that, if I could, I would have howled like an animal. I took hold of my hand, I recall, took my left hand in my right; I wanted to raise it to my head, and did so. Why? To confirm that I was still alive and to show myself how wonderful that was.

Words are traitors, for language tends to impose more logic than there is logic in life, and that the most precious in us is that which remains unexpressed.

beach houses along short sandy streets. He can feel her bare forarm brushing his, and it's strange she's being so quiet. He glances down at her and she smiles up at him as if, in his silence, he's been telling a long story and she is simply listening to it.

She was speaking again, her voice like the chirp of a bird who has flown into a black tunnel but does not yet know it.

They did not speak, surprised to see how simple, almost poor, happiness could be, yes, materially poor and yet so abundant.

The life these words speak of is not worth the ink they are written in.... He now knows that the only words worth writing down arise when language is impossible.

They ate in religious silence, the corners of their mouths smeared with ricotta cream. Which, the rules say, must be removed with a slow, circular movement of the tongue.

Being silent for a while is good. Words can't really express a person's emotions.

Okay heres the deal a whole day of NO TALKING IN SCJHOOL.Not in class,not in the halls, not on the plaground nowhere.No talking at all. And its a contest- BOYS AGAINST GIRLS. Whichever side talks less, wins.

Laketon Elementary School was in the middle of a medium-size town in the middle of New Jersey. There was a reason Dave was in the middle of his fourth hour of not talking, but this isn't the time to tell about that. This is the time to tell what he figured out in the middle of his social studies class.

The famous injunction, normally attributed to Saint Francis, to 'preach the gospel at all times; use words if necessary', like many timeworn phrases, contains much that is true.