Quotes About Silence

Even during 'Udta Punjab,' I didn't say much until the film was out. I feel it's incorrect to talk about a film until everything falls into place.

Right now, they feel they have lost their voice, and their miseries have increased since my departure.

No one said a word; it was as if they were waiting for me to retract my question. Jan's hand found mine and held it. "What the hell is this? A wake?" My grandpa came out of the house carrying a tray of buns.

Right now I'm the most famous silent movie actress in the world and I want to keep that for me. So I hope there's not going to be any other silent movies.

The rest of the house is silent. Is funny how you don't notice silence most of the time. But silence is a sound in itself, a-true. Silence is the humming absence of a tangible sound that you can ascribe to something. Actually, you only really experience silence when you dead, although that theory is hypothetical and not one I'd like to put to the test.

She remembered brighter days, but never spoke of them. It was one of the Great Mistakes, thinking of brightness as a quality of the past.

Talk is never just words.

Use those talents you have. You will make it. You will give joy to the world. Take this tip from nature: The woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except those who sang best.

I can only give them my first log, with birds, sea, daily sights and little everyday problems. My real log is written in the sea and sky; it can't be photographed and given to others. It has gradually come to life out of all that has surrounded us for months: the sounds of water on the hull, the sounds of wind gliding on the sails, the silences full of secret things between my boat and me, like the times I spent as a child listening to the forest talk. 1

Qu'y a-t-il de plus jouissif que de s'arrêter de penser ? Cesser enfin ce flot débordant d'idées plus ou moins utiles ou plus ou moins importantes. S'arrêter de penser ! Comme si on était mort tout en pouvant redevenir vivant. Être le vide. Retourner aux origines suprêmes. N'être même plus quelqu'un qui ne pense à rien. Être rien. Voilà une noble ambition.

she's never complained about her lot, or argued with him, a sure sign she's oppressed

the house breathes differently when Yazz isn't there

Gentleman d?v??uje a ml?í.

So I stopped talking about it. There's no need to talk, because the truth of what one says lies in what one does.

If you ask me anything I don't know, I'm not going to answer.

It was impossible to get a conversation going. Everyone was talking too much.

He who does not know the truth is Ignorant, he who knows and not speaks up is Criminal. Bertold Brecht

First of all, they came to take the gypsies and I was happy because they pilfered. Then they came to take the Jews and I said nothing, because they were unpleasant to me. Then they came to take homosexuals, and I was relieved, because they were annoying me. Then they came to take the Communists, and I said nothing because I was not a Communist. One day they came to take me, and there was nobody left to protest. Bertold Brecht, inspired by Emil Gustav Friedrich Martin Niemöller

When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.

What kind of times are these, when To talk about trees is almost a crime Because it implies silence about so many horrors?

Das Edle ist wie eine Glocke, schlägt man sie, so tönt sie, schlägt man sie nicht, so tönt sie nicht.

The first time it was reported that our friends were being butchered there was a cry of horror. Then a hundred were butchered. But when a thousand were butchered and there was no end to the butchery, a blanket of silence spread. When evil-doing comes like falling rain, nobody calls out "stop!" When crimes begin to pile up they become invisible. When sufferings become unendurable the cries are no longer heard. The cries, too, fall like rain in summer.

Talk lives in a man's head, but sometimes it is very lonely because in the heads of many men there is nothing to keep it company - and so talk goes out through the lips.

No durable things are built on violent passion. Nature grows her plants in silence and in darkness, and only when they have become strong do they put their heads above the ground.