Quotes About Silence

Silence, maiden; thy tongue outruns thy discretion.

Look wise, say nothing, and grunt. Speech was given to conceal thought.

Not telling is just as interesting as telling I have found. Why speech, that short verbal journey from inside to outside can be excrutiating under certain circumstances is fascinating.

There is always a gap between what we feel and what we say.

It may be that I link every library to that first one - to my early childhood experience of drawing on the floor near my father's desk. A library is of course a real place, but it is also an unreal one. What happens there is mostly silent. I think I've always liked the whispering aspect of libraries, the hushing librarians and my feeling of solitude among many.

She sat in silence on a chair looking over him, content with the fullness of her own thoughts.

The uniformly pretty waitresses discussed the finer points of cocaine, Quaaludes, and other intoxicants, arguing for this one or that, with the energy of young philosophers. My fellow workers read my silence on the subject as moral condemnation, but in truth, I've always been afraid of drugs. The jolts and tingles that might be gained from these substances don't attract me. My interest has always been in maintaining balance, not tipping it.

Do you know how painful it is to tell someone you love him and not hear him say it back?

We love each other like matches in the dark. We don't talk, we catch fire instead

So, not for lack of love of language, but because I feel our language is in an enormous state of humiliation, I decided to make films without words.

People have fallen in love with words and lost the world. It's time to regain it.

Talk about what you love and keep quiet about what you don't.

If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.

God is our Father and loves us, even when his silence remains incomprehensible.

Tears are the noble language of eyes, and when true love of words is destitute. The eye by tears speak, while the tongue is mute.

Maybe it's what we don't say/that saves us.

To the Master's honor all must turn, each in its track, without a sound, forever tracing Newton's ground.

I'm mad about the waste that happens when people who love each other can't even bring themselves to talk.

I love your silences, they are like mine.

This, I thought, was true love. Someone who made you happy without saying a word.

I couldn't hear a thing in the world but you. And it was so cold then, and so silent, and I loved you so much. Now it's hot and dead quiet again, and I love you still.

Love makes mutes of those who habitually speak most fluently.

After you develop your Self-confidence and love for God then you can share your experiences with others. But it is a good rule to talk very little, even about God.

I never told my love vocally still.