Quotes About Silence

Silence had blown its empty wind over Manila and everything seemed to sleep in the arms of nothingness.

Llamé al cielo y no me oyó, y pues sus puertas me cierra, de mis pasos en la tierra responda el cielo, y no yo.

Odml?el se, polkl, snažil se pÃ…â"¢emoct bolest, vÄ›domí života blbÄ› ztraceného. Ne vlastní blbostí.

the greatest menace to our capacity for contemplation is the incessant fabrication of tawdry empty stimuli which kill the receptivity of the soul.

Tal vez el estar muriendo sea un rumor que puede no oírse, pero el morir es un silencio que tiene que ser escuchado.

Paso un rato, pero seguía sintiendo exactamente lo mismo: alguien dentro de mi quería decir algo. Como no podía dejar de oírlo, trate d oírlo. Pero no entendí nada.

A beautiful eye makes silence eloquent, a kind eye makes contradiction an assent, an enraged eye makes beauty deformed. This little member gives life to every other part about us; and I believe the story of Argus implies no more than that the eye is in every part; that is to say, every other part would be mutilated were not its force represented more by the eye than even by itself.

Silence is sometimes more significant and sublime than the most noble and most expressive eloquence, and is on many occasions the indication of a great mind.

To see the beauty of the silent language that comes deep within a heart,only notice the words in type that stir the truth of imaginations dreams. Joseph

In one of the Scriptures we read: Under a banyan tree sat a youthful teacher and beside him an aged disciple. The mind of the disciple was full of doubts and questions, but although the teacher continued silent, gradually every doubt vanished from the disciple's mind. This signifies that the conveying of spiritual teaching does not depend upon words only. It is the life, the illumination, which counts.

If I've learned one thing in the last few days it is that every question does not need to be answered. A story is not true just because of it's literal veracity. It is the message, what it teaches, that counts.

Hmm. I'm tempted. But what works against my temptation is the ancient junior high code of Omerta. Nobody squeals on nobody, no matter what.

My dad once told me that women know things that men don't. That sometimes they have a certain look in their eyes, but when you see it, you should never ask them what they're thinking. If you do they might tell you something you don't want to hear.

If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way. —ÉMILE ZOLA

She told them everything she could. Garvin asked all the questions; Scarpino, clearly the recessive gene, said nothing, took notes.

The pain of dispute exceeds, by much, its utility. All disputation makes the mind deaf, and when people are deaf I am dumb.

Are you listening to the ones who keep quiet?

We who have seen war, will never stop seeing it. In the silence of the night, we will always hear the screams. So this is our story, for we were soldiers once, and young

Does the body remember? When the mind has forgotten?…And if dreams unmask our longings, as the wise have claimed since the Greeks, why is it that the dead are so often silent when we dream them? Don't we want them to speak? What would they say?

Dzirdu kaiju klaigas. Skaista ska?a. N?c man l?dzi uz klinti, v?rosim t?s k?du stundu. Nerun?sim neko. Lai j?ra run? m?su viet?.

Most things between a woman and a man cannot be understood, it's why people invented love poems, a way of filling in the silence.

Iest?j?s klusums. It k? starp jums b?tu nost?jies nel?gts apnikums. Tu redz?ji, ka ar? vi?š nož?lo, ka uzaicin?jis tevi.

There was another silence. I felt, above all, tired. Tiredness: if there was a constant symptom of the disease in our lives at this time, it was tiredness. At work we were unflagging; at home the smallest gesture of liveliness was beyond us. Mornings we awoke into a malign weariness that seemed only to have refreshed itself overnight.

Meine Mutter, wiewohl wachsam und wiewohl Lehrerin, war niemand, der ausdrücklich Orientierung offerierte, und vielleicht ist es sogar ihr zuzuschreiben, dass ich Liebe ganz selbstverständlich mit einem in Schweigen verfallenen Haus assoziiere.