Quotes About Silence

We are all frightened now. No one says anything public without looking over their shoulder and wondering, Have I said something wrong? Am I going to get in trouble?

I sat staring, staring, staring - half lost, learning a new language or rather the same language in a different dialect. So still were the big woods where I sat, sound might not yet have been born.

It's sometimes better to pretend I don't hear the sound of somebody in the nearby woods with a shotgun.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.

It doesn't pay to say too much when you are mad enough to choke. For the word that stings the deepest is the word that is never spoke, Let the other fellow wrangle till the storm has blown away, then he'll do a heap of thinking about the things you didn't say.

The best morale exist when you never hear the word mentioned. When you hear a lot of talk about it, it's usually lousy.

The sound of 'gentle stillness' after all the thunder and wind have passed will the ultimate Word from God.

As long as a word remains unspoken, you are its master; once you utter it, you are its slave.

My lad chewed and swallowed a dictionary. We gave him Epsom salts - but we can't get a word out of him.

Your internal dialogue has got to be different from what you say. And, you know, in film, hopefully that registers and speaks volumes. It's always the unspoken word and what's happening behind someone's eyes that makes it so rich.

Media failed to notice that not one member of Donald's family, apart from his children, his son-in-law and his current wife said a word of support of him during the entire campaign.

A good maxim allows you to have the last word without even starting a conversation.

As for being a little bunny that never says a word, that is truly the opposite of me.

The unspoken word never does harm.

I'm slammed with an identity that can no longer say a word; mute with responsibility.

We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.

Silence is better than unmeaning words.

Words are all we have.

Where words are restrained, the eyes often talk a great deal.

The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.

Where can I find a man who has forgotten words so I can have a word with him?

Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

When grief is deepest, words are fewest.