Quotes About Silence

ennui, the silent spider, was weaving its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart.

Mora da osje?aji imaju malo rije?i kojima mogu da se služe.

It was one of those bitter mornings when the whole of nature is shiny, brittle, and hard, like crystal. The trees, decked out in frost, seem to have sweated ice; the earth resounds beneath one's feet; the tiniest sounds carry a long way in the dry air; the blue sky is bright as a mirror, and the sun moves through space in icy brilliance, casting on the frozen world rays which bestow no warmth upon anything.

Un rideau de flocons blancs ininterrompu miroitait sans cesse en descendant vers la terre; il effaçait les formes, poudrait les choses d'une mousse de glace; et l'on n'entendait plus, dans le grand silence de la ville calme et ensevelie sous l'hiver, que ce froissement vague, innommable et flottant de la neige qui tombe, plutôt sensation que bruit , entremêlement d'atomes légers qui semblaient emplir l'espace, couvrir le monde.

They were so absorbed in their plotting that they did not hear Boule de Suif return. But the Comte's whispered 'shh!' made them all look up. There she was. A sudden silence fell, and at first a feeling of embarrassment prevented them from speaking to her. At last, however, the Comtesse, more of an adept than the rest in social duplicity, asked her: 'Did you enjoy the christening?

I think I have already told you that there are certain things which it is not necessary to discuss, and this is one of them.

Quantas vezes passamos ao lado de uma felicidade possível, sem darmos por ela, visto que não há quem possa penetrar no mistério dos pensamentos, nos abandonos secretos da vontade, nos apelos mudos da carne, em todo o desconhecido de uma alma de mulher cuja boca permanece silenciosa e o olhar impenetrável e claro?

Cât de plin? de pl?ceri ar fi viaÈ›a, dac? am putea fi siguri de alÈ›ii c? vom p?stra t?cerea. Ceea ce È›ine în frâu pe femei adesea, foarte adesea, aproape întotdeauna, e frica de a nu se descoperi secretul.

Olyan mélységes és olyan szomorú azoknak a szobáknak a csöndje, ahol egyedül él az ember. Nemcsak a testet, a lelket is körülfogja ez a csönd; amikor egy bútor megreccsen, szíve mélyéig megremeg az ember, mert semmi zajra nem volt elkészülve a komor lakásban.

Le vrai besoin qu'il avait éprouvé tout ce temps-là était de goûter un moment de silence qu'il ne pouvait trouver à l'endroit où son esprit ordinaire le gardait occupé à chercher.

No hables al menos que puedas mejorar el silencio. (Don't speak unless you can improve on the silence.) —Jorge Luis Borges

Sometimes when it looks like I'm deep in thought I'm just trying not to have a conversation with people. PETE WENTZ

There are very few people who don't become more interesting when they stop talking.

It makes me cry, I want to talk about something I am not sure I can talk about, I want to talk about the inside from the inside, I do not want to leave it I am so happy in the silky damp dark of the labyrinth and there is no thread

And I was afraid. She frightens me because she can knock me down with a word. Because she does not know that writing is walking on a dizzying silence setting one word after the other on emptiness. Writing is miraculous and terrifying like the flight of a bird who has no wings but flings itself out and only gets wings by flying.

Everything she wanted to tell her, was unable to tell her, because she was afraid of hearing her own voice come out of her heart and be covered with blood, and then she poured all the blood into these syllables, and she offered it to her to drink like this : "You have it.

Heart's wave could not curl and break beautifully into the foam of spirit, unless the ageless silent rock of destiny stood in its path.

If I shut my eyes it returns: the evocation of a whole wood, a whole world of wood-darkness and flowers and birds and late summer silence, of a million leaves turning mellowly to death. It becomes then more than the mere memory of a wood, the first and the best wood I have ever known. It is the redistillation of another and more lovely world.

He was sunk beneath seas of silence; and his name, which would once have caught his notice above the howling of a storm, had become and empty sound.

Blue, green, grey, white, or black; smooth, ruffled, or mountainous; that ocean is not silent.

Perhaps I should not hope to convey in mere words the unutterable hideousness that can dwell in absolute silence and barren immensity.

Perhaps I should not hope to convey in mere words the unutterable hideousness that can dwell in absolute silence and barren immensity. There was nothing within hearing, and nothing in sight save a vast reach of black slime; yet the very completeness of the stillness and the homogeneity of the landscape oppressed me with a nauseating fear.

From the tangle of chimney-pots scarcely a wisp of smoke came

Again there was silence—a silence as of consummated Evil brooding above its unnamable triumph.