Quotes About Silence

That's because you think about everything in words ... You can go around and around the same question all you like, and never find an answer. I know that's how you cope, how you get through time, so I've never thought it was immature, or unhelpful. But there's another way of doing it: to sit with an empty space, and just look at it, without thinking anything, just enduring. Some people can do that.

Lo único que he tenido claro desde el principio es que este amor se sostiene en la soledad. Entre tinieblas desiertas que parecen brilla, yacemos los dos, mudos, sin lograr sustraernos al hechizo.

I felt that I was the only person alive and moving in a world brought to a stop. Houses always feel like that after someone has died.

Every time we hugged, I met words that were not words.

The night was so deathly silent that I felt I could hear the sound of the stars moving across the heavens.

The space that cannot be filled, no matter how cheerfully a child and an old person are living together—the deathly silence that, panting in a corner of the room, pushes its way in like a shudder. I felt it very early, although no one told me about it.

Quando eravamo abbracciati, conoscevo parole che non erano parole.

If you don't say what you're thinking, you end up lying when you really need to speak up

I silently implored: May the memory of this moment, here, the glowing impression of the two of us facing each other in this warm, bright place, drinking lovely hot tea, help save him, even a little bit. Words, too explicit, always cast a shadow over that faint glow.

Anche se ero ancora una bambina, sapevo bene che quando si sentono più o meno le stesse cose, si comunica meglio col silenzio.

After I hung up, the quiet of the room took shape and pressed in on me. The room was soon full of the pale blue of early dawn.

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Speak softly, but carry a big can of paint.

My feelings for you...are like the stillness of the sand...they make no sound...as they're washed away.

A still tongue keeps a wise head.

To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight, and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings. —Wendell Berry

This may be the real reason many of us fear silence in church—because anyone sitting near us may hear the hissing, rumbling, wheezing sounds of a living human being, which do not match up with the attractive countenances that we work so hard to present to one another.

When the compressor for the air conditioning in the house turns on, I feel apologetic. I had no idea how loud it was out here, clearly interrupting a whole valley full of creatures that are trying to say something to one another.

On day three, I decided that a power outage would make a great spiritual practice.

Money closes more than mouths, it closes minds.

Okay, Mattie. I said okay." All of a sudden, she threw her arms around me and squeezed. "We won't talk about it if you don't want to.

She could never understand that when you were with the right people, you didn't need words in order to know what they felt.

Annie took his hand. She kissed it and held it to the pulse point at her neck. She didn't speak. Words would have been an intrusion on what was happening between them. She could almost see the tiny ends of the soul-wire that had been severed in October, winding around each other, knotting, connecting in a way that she doubted would ever again come undone. That was how she wanted it.

Silence had pounded a nail in the coffin of my marriage. But communication was key.