Quotes About Silence

I loved thee, though I told thee not, Right earlily and long, thou wert joy of my ever spot theme of my every song.

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude And fled to the silence of sweet solitude. Where the flower in green darkness buds, blossoms, and fades, Unseen of all shepherds and flower-loving maids— The hermit bees find them but once and away. There I'll bury alive and in silence decay.

In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be; Where all the noises, that on peace intrude, Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee, Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.

We were silent awhile and simply eyeballed one another. "Then there's nothing more to say," I said quietly. "Nothing." I should have cried then, had life not made me a stronger man. It crossed my mind to shake his hand to say goodbye, for it all seemed so final, but I did not. Too much had been said to forgive or see a way to forgiveness.

He was trying to put loss into words, but loss is absence and will always defy expression.

He will say less than he means, and conceal more than he reveals.

If you listen hard enough, there's almost no such thing as silence: there's just noise that isn't very loud yet.

They listen, the dead. They're always listening. What else is there for them to do?

Instead, there was only the kind of silence that comes when someone takes away a clock to be repaired and after a time you become aware of its absence because its gentle, reassuring tick is gone and you miss it so.

There are some truths so terrible that they should not be spoken aloud, so appalling that even to acknowledge them is to risk sacrificing a crucial part of one's humanity, to exist in a colder, crueler world than before.

Some words can only be spoken to those for whom we feel passionately and deeply, just as some silences can only be shared by lovers.

heard the sound of emptiness, which, as anyone knows, is not the same thing as no sound, since it includes all the noise that someone was expecting to hear, but doesn't.

there was only the kind of silence that comes when someone takes away a clock to be repaired and after a time you become aware of its absence because its gentle, reassuring tick is gone and you miss it so.

He has never been shouted at so quietly.

but loss is absence, and will always defy expression.

The land seemed to luxuriate in its silence and its whiteness, knowing that the snow had rendered it more beautiful than before.

discovered that silence made a lot of people uneasy, and they would often say something to break it, thus revealing themselves in the process.

I've found silence helps, but that requires patience. Uncomfortable with silence, the majority of individuals will seek to fill it, and unburdening has a lot in common with downhill skiing: once you start, it's very hard to stop.

Don't ask us what it's like in that moment when the body skitters away from that stupid sheepy shape of breath. Down here, no one asks. We all died boot to throat. We all went out shrieking some bloody name. ~Danielle Pafunda, "The Dead Girls Speak in Unison

There are some truths so terrible that they should not be spoken aloud, so appaling that even to acknowledge them is to risk sacrificing a crucial part of one's humanity, to exist in a colder, crueler world than before. The Burning Soul

A secret is not a thing you're not supposed to tell; it is a thing that can't be told.

Qui non intellegit, aut taceat aut discat: if you don't get it, shut up or go figure.

tacenda Now what? She advanced the paper, and wrote: they mean no good to us She thought about this for a moment, and then directly under it, she added: they mean us no harm either.

L'aube n'est pas silencieuse, mais elle est sous-peuplée.