Quotes About Silence

There is silence, and then there is rural silence, silence you could feel and reach out and touch, silence with texture and distance.

A voice flat enough to fit under a door crack.

I want to say something comforting, but I know that this is one of the moments when words would be like an appendix—superfluous or harmful.

There is no place more hollow, more soulless, than a school at night. The building had been created for life, for constant motion, for students rushing back and forth, some confident, most scared, all trying to figure out their place in the world. Take that away and you might as well have a body drained of all its blood.

I'm sorry, my dead wife mouthed.

Introductions were made. Hands were shaken. Rear ends were seated. As was his custom in such situations, Win remained silent. His eyes slid from one side of the room to the other, taking in everything. He liked to study people for a while before speaking to them, especially in their home environment.

The secret in any interview was the ability to not fill the silence. A few seconds passed.

The room did not go quiet like something out of an old Western where the sheriff pushes open the creaking door and sashays into the saloon. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe the door needed to creak.

The course was packed with silent fans, though fan didn't exactly feel like the right word to Myron. Parishioners was a hell of a lot closer. There was a constant reverie on a golf course, a hushed, wide-eyed respect. Every time the ball was hit, the crowd release was nearly orgasmic.

Nah," Hal said. "Tit always comes in with the same limpdicked crew and they leave together. They don't talk to no one else. It's verboten.

She stopped as though out of breath. She hugged her knees to her chest and turned away. Myron looked at Win. Win kept still. The silence pressed against the windows and doors. Win

Wendy wondered what to say here, what wouldn't sound patronizing, but "I'm sure that's not true" or "I'm sorry" didn't make the cut. She again opted for silence. "Do

What do you say?" "Nothing yet. I just kinda stare at him. Let him bloviate." He

There is no relation to sound for deaf people. It is a totally different mental process.

There's no tour plans, no reunion, no new album... nothing.

I don't even listen to music when I'm off tour.

Artists are not cheerleaders, and we're not the heads of tourism boards. We expose and discuss what is problematic, what is contradictory, what is hurtful and what is silenced in the culture we're in.

We hear a lot about this phrase 'toxic masculinity' but I think the real poison in manhood is silence.

I couldn't imagine a day without music. It relaxes and stimulates me in equal measure and I hate the sound of silence - the concept, I mean, not the track by Simon and Garfunkel.

That's the great thing about a tractor. You can't really hear the phone ring.

All beneficent and creative power gathers itself together in silence, ere it issues out in might.

True friendship is sitting together in silence and feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.

Holding hands, for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing together.

In a symbol there is concealment and yet revelation: here therefore, by Silence and by Speech acting together, comes a double significance.