Quotes About Silence

The steady ticking of a watch in a quiet room crashed like torture against his unshielded brain.

Nobody asked you what you did say to Yossarian. We asked you what you didn't say to him.

Under Colonel Korn's rule, the only people permitted to ask questions were those who never did.

You must be like Joseph and become a practical dreamer. Decide to make your dreams come true. Withdraw, and take away your attention now from appearances of things and from sense evidence. Even though your senses deny what you pray for, affirm that it is true in your heart. Bring your mind back from its wandering after the false Gods of fear and doubt, to rest in the Omnipotence of the Spiritual Power within you. in the silence and quietude of your own mind, dwell on the fact that there is

praying for another, know that your silent inner knowing of wholeness, beauty, and perfection can change the negative patterns of the other's subconscious mind and bring about wonderful results.

Secrets that reside in the mind of one person aren't really secrets. They're unspoken fears.

It is forgivable to say nothing out of ignorance; it's inexcusable to remain silent once awareness dawns.

We found ourselves wanting to hurry time along, which was not in the long run good for our health. Everybody was trapped in this contradiction but nobody ever dared to articulate it.

I'm assuming you're as mystified by this as the rest of us, Rasputin. No. I'm not. I have been planning to destroy the Breakworld since I was a child. [silence] This is why I don't make so many jokes. I never know when is good.

In a way, we [poets] are listeners. I go to poetry because I don't have the words." —

Some things on this earth are unspeakable: Genealogy of the broken— A shy wind threading leaves after a massacre, Or the smell of coffee and no one there—

In a family, what isn't spoken is what you listen for. But the noise of a family is to drown it out.

The denial of language is a suicidal one and we pay for it with our own lives.

There are some secrets so toxic you can't share. Especially if you love who it is you'd have to share with.

On the way home Mary Lou said, Some things are so sad you can't say them. But I pretended not to hear.

You spared the adults in your household. You learned how if a thing is not spoken of, even those closest to you, who love you, will assume that it doesn't exist.

No one would be able to name what had happened or would wish to name it. Rape was a word that came not be spoken at High Point Farm.

And I like your laugh, Sabbath; it's inaudible.

For the widow inhabits a tale not of her own telling.

Like the silence that surrounds the tolling of the bell allows you to hear the bell.

Silence rolled at me, in waves. They are all dead, and you are free. And you are blameless.

Without anyone to talk to, a person is not quite real. Sounds are very important - we are like bats tapping at each other with sounds, making sure there is someone there, groping along. Sounds. Syllables. The beat of music. It is all a curious flowing, which you can hear only when you are silent yourself.

And so it became a household of silence as if in the aftermath of a violent detonation.

You learned how if a thing is not spoken of, even those closest to you, who love you, will assume that it doesn't exist.