Quotes About Silence

The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.

for when i look at you, even a moment, no speaking is left in me no: tongue breaks and thin fire is racing under skin

I want to tell you something but good taste Restrains me

It wasn't an unusual thing for her to keep her thoughts to herself. She had that Quaker habit. Quiet contemplation, she call[ed] it. I got to like it myself, listening to the world without making any noise to add to it.

Great Spirit who gave us the darkness in which to rest. In that darkness we send our words to you.' 

Sometimes doing things was easier than talking about things. Doing revealed less; talking exposed more, including the parts that could get hurt.

The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.

I broke the silence when I pulled up in front of his building. "The sheriff's police are likely to get a warrant to inspect your computer. You don't have anything on your server that suggests violence against the government, do you?" "We're not building bombs! How many times do I have to tell you and Aunt Lotty that EFS is building projects for life, not death." His voice quivered.

I learned it's easier not to say anything at all. You mention something, even a throwaway comment, and it draws attention. People want to know more. It was easier to never mention it in the first place.

Don't talk. Shut up and feel.

A lo mejor cada vez que me fui, cada vez que hice por olvidar, cada vez que guardé silencio, estaba eligiendo. Quién sabe, puede ser.

Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead." -Benjamin Franklin.

I didn't want to talk, mostly because I didn't cry, mostly because I was numb. But didn't they realize I was trying to spare them from my pain?

When I am dead, and over me bright April Shakes out her rain drenched hair, Tho you should lean above me broken hearted, I shall not care. For I shall have peace. As leafey trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough. And I shall be more silent and cold hearted Than you are now

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough; And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now.

Let me remember you, soon will the winter be on us, Snow-hushed and heartless.

Oh, love that lives its life with laughter Or love that lives its life with tears Can die—but love that is never spoken Goes like a ghost through the winding years. . .

Let it be you who lean above me On my last day, Let it be you who shut my eyelids Forever and aye. Say a 'Good-night' as you have said it All of these years, With the old look, with the old whisper All without tears. You will know then all that in silence You always knew, Though I have loved, I loved no other As I love you.

Those who love the most Do not talk of their love, Francesca, Guenevere, Dierdre, Iseult, Heloise In the fragrant gardens of heaven Are silent, or speak, if at all, Of fragile, inconsequent things. And a woman I used to know Who loved one man from her youth, Against the strength of the fates Fighting in lonely pride, Never spoke of this thing But hearing his name by chance, A light would pass over her face.

V. Night Song At Amafi I asked the heaven of stars What I should give my love– It answered me with silence, Silence above. I asked the darkened sea Down where the fishers go– It answered me with silence, Silence below. Oh, I could give him weeping, Or I could give him song– But how can I give silence My whole life long?

I gave my first love laughter, I gave my second tears, I gave my third love silence Through all the years. My first love gave me singing, My second eyes to see, But oh, it was my third love Who gave my soul to me.

Now while my lips are living Their words must stay unsaid, And will my soul remember To speak when I am dead? Yet if my soul remembered You would not heed it, dear, For now you must now listen, And then you could not hear.

asked the heaven of stars What I should give my love— It answered me with silence, Silence above. I asked the darkened sea Down where the fishers go— It answered me with silence, Silence below. Oh, I could give him weeping, Or I could give him song— But how can I give silence, My whole life long?

And a woman I used to know Who loved one man from her youth, Against the strength of the fates Fighting in somber pride, Never spoke of this thing, But hearing his name by chance, A light would pass over her face. -"Those Who Love