Quotes About Silence

We say very little, for we do not need to. We are silent together, each in her own world, knowing the other is just at her back.

True friends are two people who are comfortable sharing silence together.

The true test is wonwhen being togetherwithout saying a wordis everything.

Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.

My witness is the empty sky.

We just lay on our bellies in the snow, gasping and immobile.

I drop in from the sky disturbing the silence only momentarily, then leaving the ancient land once more to converse with the sky. It's my home and all I need.

You never read about the real pain. It lives where no word can travel.

I aimlessly travel, meaning I have no agenda other than to get small in the world, be quiet and observe people.

We are so many and many within themselves travel to far islands but no one asks for their story.

I didn't say a word. He wouldn't be using oxygen. K2 is more dangerous than Everest.

Nothing has ever been said about God that hasn't already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.

A tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me!... Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe

Sometimes a tree tells you more than can be read in books.

This place of mine never is entered by humans come for conversation, only by the mute moon's light shafts that slip in between the trees.

The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard

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

A charitable man is like an apple tree-he gives his fruit and is silent; the philanthropist is like the successful hen.

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

Seek out a tree and let it teach you stillness.

Feathered with hoarfrost, skeletal trees loom closer; fog shrouded arches.

Halt looked up at the trees above him. "Why does this boy ask so many questions?" he asked the trees. Naturally, they didn't answer.

In snowbound, voiceless, mountain depths, to herald spring, pine trees sound in tune.