Quotes About Silence

But I am not going to give every detail. Some things lose their fragrance when opened to the air, and there are stirrings of the soul which cannot be put into words without destroying their delicacy.

Unexplained noises are best left unexplained.

Do you know the legend about cicadas? They say they are the souls of poets who cannot keep quiet because, when they were alive, they never wrote the poems they wanted to.

The silence after a felled tree has fallen is like the silence immediately after a death. The same sense of culmination.

They can't foresee what we intend to do next. This is why they lose their nerve. They can't cross the zone of silence they herd us into. A zone bordered on their side by the distant din of their false accusations, and on our side by our silent final intentions.

Silencio. Apago la linterna frontal. Oscuridad. En la oscuridad, el silencio se hace enciclopédico, condensa todo lo que ha ocurrido en el intervalo entre el entonces y el ahora.

The tombstones are not very different from those in other European cemeteries. Many record the deaths of several generations: the name, the year of birth, the day of death and the place of death, if it was not on the island. A name and two dates, the last one precise to the very day. This is what is recorded. About what happened between, apart from the bare fact of survival, not a word is written.

The silence after a felled tree has fallen is like the silence immediately after a death.

The führer ordered the Second SS Panzer Corps moved up out of Le Mans. A moment later he countermanded the order. No one said anything.

Be silent and safe — silence never betrays you; Be true to your word and your work and your friend; Put least trust in him who is foremost to praise you, Nor judge of a road till it draw to the end.

and the barred owl calls from the well of my mind, more echo than thought, as it fades through the wind and flickers away to the silence beyond like that voice, in myself, of another.

In what bold relief stand out the lives of all walkers of the snow! The snow is a great tell-tale, and blabs as effectually as it obliterates. I go into the woods, and know all that has happened. I cross the fields, and if only a mouse has visited his neighbor, the fact is chronicled.

I have nothing to say, I am saying it, and that is poetry.

Whether I make them or not, there are always sounds to be heard and all of them are excellent.

nothing is accomplished by writing a piece of music nothing is accomplished by hearing a piece of music nothing is accomplished by playing a piece of music our ears are now in excellent condition.

I needed another basis for musical structure. This I found in sound's duration parameter, sound's only parameter which is present even when no sound is intended.

The material of music is sound and silence. Integrating these is composing.

I have nothing to say, and I am saying it, and that is poetry.

I have nothing to say and I am saying it and that is poetry as I need it.

Every something is an echo of nothing

There is no such thing as an empty space or an empty time. There is always something to see, something to hear. In fact, try as we may to make a silence, we cannot.

A dog barks when his master is attacked. I would be a coward if I saw that God's truth is attacked and yet would remain silent.

I'm smiled out, talked out, quipped out, socialized so far from any being, I need the weight of mortal silences to get realized back into myself.

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude And fled to the silence of sweet solitude.