Quotes About Silence

I don't think my opinions are stupid but other people do, so it's better to keep them to myself.

It is the silence that frightens me so in the evenings and at night...I can't tell you how oppressive it is never to be able to go outdoors, also I am very afraid that we will be discovered and be shot.

Of course, we can't ever look out the window or go outside. And we have to be quiet so the people downstairs can't hear us.

I was suffocating even before we left the house, but no one bothered to ask me how I felt.

You seem it's the silence that makes me so nervous during the evenings and nights.

Tr?geam aerul în piept, ne uitam afar? È™i simÈ›eam c? era vorba de ceva ce nu trebuia întrerupt de cuvinte.

It is the silence that frightens me so in the evenings and at night.

Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill it.

Anyone could ramble on and leave big spaces between the

Yo, por mi parte, seguiré con mi actitud fría y silenciosa, y tampoco en el futuro le tendré miedo a la verdad, puesto que cuanto más se la pospone, tanto más difícil es enfrentarla.

Ik antwoord niet eens meer, ga op een divan liggen en slaap om de tijd, de stilte, de verschrikkelijke angst ook, te verkorten, want te doden zijn ze niet.

I wish grace and healing were more abracadabra kind of things. Also, that delicate silver bells would ring to announce grace's arrival. But no, it's clog and slog and scootch, on the floor, in the silence, in the dark.

I smiled back at her. I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.

Prayer means that, in some unique way, we believe we're invited into a relationship with someone who hears us when we speak in silence.

We're all afraid of the same stuff. Mostly we're afraid that we're secretly not okay, that we're disgusting, or frauds, or about to be diagnosed with cancer. ... We want to teach you how to quiet the yammer ... how you can create comfort, inside and outside, how you can get warm, how you can feed yourself. And even learn to get through silence. ... There is a wilderness inside you, and a banquet. Both. [p. 253]

The hard silence between frustrated people always feels cluttered. But holy silence is spacious and inviting. You can drink it down. We offer it to ourselves when we work, rest, meditate, bike, read. When we hike by ourselves, we hear a silence still pristine with crunching leaves and birdsong. Silence can be a system of peace, which is mercy, easily offered to a friend needing quiet, harder when the person is one's own annoying self.

What a mess we are, I thought. But this is usually where any hope of improvement begins, acknowledging the mess. When I am well, I know not to mess with mess right away; I try to let silence and time work their magic. [p. 100]

The redwoods are like organ pipes, playing silent chords.

I had to grip myself by the wrist not to pitch one good idea after another at them. . . . I writhed with the effort to stay silent. . . . Since Jax's birth my ideas about what would be best for everyone usually got in the way. Life is already an obstacle course, and when you're adding your own impediments (thinking they're helping), you really crazy it up. You make it harder to even just cross the room. You should not bring more items and hurdles to the obstacle course.

You get your intuition back when you make space for it, when you stop the chattering of the rational mind.

good dialogue encompasses both what is said and what is not said.

The trees are so huge that they shut you up.

Every sound is by definition a stop, which is how we can hear it.

I rest in silence and music and long strides, while Sam rests in noise and motion.