Quotes About Silence

Where shall he find, in foreign land, So lone a lake, so sweet a strand!-- There is no breeze upon the fern, No ripple on the lake, Upon her eyry nods the erne, The deer has sought the brake; The small birds will not sing aloud, The springing trout lies still, So darkly glooms yon thunder-cloud, That swathes, as with a purple shroud

the more you practice getting quiet, the quicker you'll sense your vibes.

The key is to look for ways to silence it without a fight. Start by noticing the times in which your ego naturally quiets down. When working in the garden, for instance. Or cooking dinner. Or on a drive. These are great times to tune in and receive guidance.

Well, your God is silent and sleeping while the Japanese are busy torturing and killing us Koreans. We are as helpless as flies and it is getting worse as the war goes on.

Except...I do. Of course I do. Because as his hands gently cup my waist, I don't make a sound. As he swivels me around to face him, I don't make a sound. I don't need to. We're still talking. Every touch he makes, every imprint of his skin is like another word, another thought, a continuation of our conversation. And we're not done yet. Not yet.

Where there is shouting, there is no true knowledge.

It was in the forest. No one saw it or heard it. So did it actually happen?

Although, as Leonardo da Vinci said: "Where there is shouting, there is no true knowledge

It'll be George Michael all over again, Dad mutters darkly to Mum, and I give a sharp intake of breath. That is AGAINST our family code. No one was supposed to mention George Michael ever again. We even turn off Carless Whisper whenever it comes on.

How many divorces are caused by the word nothing? I think this would be a very interesting statistic.

Alex is still silent and glowering. Which I can understand. I've made his life a lot more complicated. People hate that.

And I can't sigh or roll my eyes or exclaim, "I'm so stressed!" because they, I now realize, are things you do when you're not really worried. When you're really worried, you go silent and pick at your fingernails and forget to put your lipstick on.

What if I do nothing for six minutes? What am I supposed to write down then?

However well we got to know each other, there was always a magic. A mystery. We could lie in bed looking silently at each other, not needing to speak. Joe's eyes were never boring. He was never boring.

S]ilence supports the accuser's charge?

Unnatural silence signifies no good.

In matters where I have no cognizance I hold my tongue.

I know not, but strained silence, so I deem, IS no less ominous than excessive grief.

To me so deep a silence portends some dread event; a clamorous sorrow wastes itself in sound.

The dead clay makes no protest.

To me, excessive silence seems to bode as ill as too much shouting.

None of you knows— and I will never reveal my dreadful secrets, not to say your own.

What will come will come. Even if I shroud it all in silence.

How, how could the furrows your father plowed bear you, your agony, harrowing on in silence O so long?