Quotes About Silence

Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.

Reading is like permitting a man to talk a long time, and refusing you the right to answer.

Knowing when to keep your mouth shut is invariably more important than opening it at the right time.

Believing was a sacred duty. And those who were so traitorous as not to believe should, at least, have the decency to keep their mouths shut.

I wouldn't even let your dad talk about . . .

The note only held two words:

In sound's absence, silence echoes.

If only I could talk Ã¢â'¬Â¦ —Doctor Ellington, the cat

And into that gate they shall enter, and in that house they shall dwell, where there shall be no Cloud nor Sun, no darkness nor dazzling, but one equal light, no noise nor silence, but one equal music, no fears nor hopes, but one equal possession, no foes nor friends, but one equal communion and identity, no ends nor beginnings, but one equal eternity.

The wind sings of our nostalgia and the starry sky ignores our dreams. Each snow flake is a tear that fails to trickle Silence is full of the unspoken, of deeds not performed, of confessions to secret love, and of wonders not expressed. Our truth is hidden in our silence, Yours and mine.

A poem by Margot Bickel A little peace within the last hours of the almost bygone day a little silence between the days so that the nascent yesterday does not get in the past and tomorrow is lived for today

In a certain state of mind, all trace of feeling is banished. Whenever I remain silent in a certain way, I don't love you, have you noticed that?

I often think of the image only I can see now, and of which I've never spoken. It's always there, in the same silence, amazing. It's the only image of myself I like, the only one in which I recognize myself, in which I delight

A prolonged silence ensues. The reason for the silence is our growing interest one for the other. No one is aware of it, no one yet; no one? am I quite sure?

I think about you but I don't say it anymore.

They look at each other endlessly, endlessly

Je pense souvent à cette image que je suis seule à voir encore et dont je n'ai jamais parlé. Elle est toujours là dans le même silence,émerveillante. C'est entre toutes celle qui me plaît de moi-même, celle où je me reconnais, où je m'enchante.

Il se taisait toujours sur les images qu'il voyait derrière ses yeux fermés. On aurait dit qu'il aimait cette douleur, qu'il l'aimait comme il m'avait aimée, très fort, jusqu'à mourir peut-être, et que maintenant il la préférait à moi. »

Écrire, c'est aussi ne pas parler. C'est se taire. C'est parler sans bruit.

Sen bu olay? s?kça anlat?yorsundur, dedim. ... Hay?r, dedi, bunu anlatm?yorum...Her ÅŸey herkese anlat?lmaz...

We said nothing about all this outside, one of the first things we'd learned was to keep quiet about the ruling principle of our life, poverty. And then about everything else. Our first confidants, though the word seems excessive, are our lovers, the people we meet away from our various homes, first in the streets of Saigon and then on ocean liners and trains, and then all over the place.

Y.A.: Ça sert à quoi, écrire? M.D.: C'est à la fois se taire et parler. écrire. Ça veut dore aussi chanter quelquefois. Y.A.: Danser? M.D.: Ça compte aussi. C'est un état de l'individu, danser. J'ai beaucoup aimé danser. Y.A.: Pourquoi? M.D.: Je ne sais pas encore.

C'est curieux, un écrivain. C'est une contradiction et aussi un non-sens. Écrire, c'est aussi ne pas parler. C'est se taire. C'est hurler sans bruit.

Because I have the feeling that if I tried to say what I really want to say to you, everything would crumble into dust–' he is trembling–'for what I want to say...to you... from me to you... there are no words. I should fumble... I should say something different from what I intended... one thing leads to another.