Quotes About Silence

The sound of life has divine silence.

And I certainly won't lay out areas of my life that I think are just private.

I shook my head no. For minutes, neither of us spoke a word. It breathed between us, what he had said, the pain of a life suppressed, of happiness never to be.

I don't talk about my private life.

After all these years, I see that I was mistaken about Eve in the beginning; ... I should be sorry to have that voice fall silent and pass out of my life.

I've realized that a lot of life is not what you say,see,it's what you don't say.People have to make up their own minds then.It's like a game, and only we know the rules.

These days we have insulated ourselves from the sounds of other people and nature. From infancy we are training young children to expect near perfect silence, and it becomes harder for them to sleep without it.

These qualities were captured in a poem she called "Decision," written in the winter of 1992-93. She wrote of her battle to overcome her fears and the secrecy and silence that had always oppressed her. She had chosen, she said, to "no longer" let her abduction experiences "take all of me . . . At least I will have the dignity," she concluded, "of knowing and owning my own memory.

My father was intelligent and closed-mouthed. He knew a lot more than what he was ever going to tell you.

It was that time of the night when most of the drunks were already home in bed. The crickets were done chirping, and the birds weren't ready to herald sunrise.

Not many people, however, are content to follow Albert Einstein's summary advice: 'This is what I have to say about Bach's life's work: listen, play, love, revere – and keep your trap shut.

Halt looked up at the trees above him. "Why does this boy ask so many questions?" he asked the trees. Naturally, they didn't answer.

I said, names aren't important," he repeated. There was a silence between them for some seconds, then the Ranger said: "Do you know what is important?" Will shook his head. "Supper is important!

Shut up, Axl!" he whispered fiercly. "If you want to break your neck, do it quietly or I'll break it for you.

Have you seen them?" he asked. Arrow looked at him disinterestedly. Will frowned. Not talking, eh?" he said. "Maybe you're a little hoarse." He cackled breifly at his own wit.

Does your friend ever say anything?' the fat man asked. Aloom set down the piece of bread he had just rolled round several chunks of meat and gave an exasperated sigh. 'I heard him say oops! once, when he cut the ears off someone who was asking too many questions.

Halt, for his part, said nothing. But when Will turned to look at his mentor, the grizzled Ranger met his eye, and simply nodded. And that, Will knew, was the equivalent of three hearty cheers from Halt.

so she let him have the last word. Again.

Hij zegt dat je geleerd hebt je mond te houden als iemand op je hand gaat staan,' zei hij, terwijl hij bloedserieus naar het bericht keek. 'Ik ben blij dat je dat nu kunt... Hij zegt ook dat ik trots op jou mag zijn.' Ze keek hem weer aan. Zijn gezicht was ondoorgrondelijk en de stilte die er viel begon wel erg lang te duren. Uiteindelijk kon ze zich niet meer inhouden. 'En ben je dat ook?' flapte ze eruit. Will glimlachte. 'Zeker wel. Heel trots zelfs.

It took years of training to achieve the level of silence with which a Ranger could move.

It's of no consequence to us as long as we delay them for three or four days." "You won't last three or four hours," Halt said flatly, and an ugly silence fell over the small group. The Skandians were too shocked by the enormity of his insult to reply. Erak was the first to recover. "If you believe that," he said grimly, "then you have never seen Skandians fight, my friend.

Welcome folded arms, fixed eyes, a sigh that piercing mortifies; A look that's fastened to the ground, a tongue chained up without a sound.

Crea spazi vuoti. Nel calcio come nella vita, nella pittura, nella musica, i vuoti e i silenzi sono importanti come i pieni. (Helenio Herrera)

The Eagle Has Landed The airlock swings open - Behold! A new world: obsidian black sky lit by the sun's fierce glare. Inch Down the ladder - The first man on the moon!* Look! The first footprint. Listen! The first word splitting the still dead silence. Dead dust dead rock dead black sky A dead dead world. Zombie in a moontrance I* trip stumble fall rise before the slow dust settles. Adrian Rumble