Quotes About Silence

Siete gritos, siete sangres, siete dormideras dobles, quebraron opacas lunas en los oscuros salones.

THE POOL Horned owl Stops his meditations, cleans his glasses, sighs. A firefly spins downhill & a star slides by. Old owl shaked his wings, takes up his meditations.

To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.

The round silence of night, one note on the stave of the infinite. Ripe with lost poems, I step naked into the street. The blackness riddled by the singing of crickets: sound, that dead will-o'-the-wisp, that musical light perceived by the spirit. A thousand butterfly skeletons sleep within my walls. A wild crowd of young breezes over the river. - Hour of Stars (1920)

With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.

I will not see it!Tell the moon to comefor I do not want to see the bloodof Ignacio on the sand.

The little boy was looking for his voice. (The king of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. I do not want it for speaking with; I will make a ring of it so that he may wear my silence on his little finger In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. (The captive voice, far away, put on a cricket's clothes.) - The Little Mute Boy Translated by William S. Merwin

They fluttered and rustled ceaselessly through the air from all the tree-tops and branches. A delicate silvery sound was falling constantly to earth. It was wonderful to awaken amidst it, wonderful to fall asleep to this mysterious and melancholy whispering.

If you can´t say something nice, don´t say nothing at all. (Thumper from the Disney movie Bambi)

Wisdom begins in listening; listening begins in silence; silence is rooted in solitude.

To choose to be alone is to bait the trap, to create a space the demons cannot resist entering. And that's the good news; the demons that enter can be named, written about, and tamed through the miracle of the healing word, the miracle of art, the miracle of silence.

So much space, such silence, so much time. To drift. To think. To let your mind roam anywhere it pleases. To dream. Perhaps the true luxury of our age is not the piles of goods we endlessly accumulate, but Time.

Tu n'obtiendras rien de la contrainte. Tu pourras à la rigueur les contraindre à l'immobilité et au silence et, ce résultat durement acquis, tu seras bien avancé. (p. 13)

Para qué callar lo que siento si, aunque me calle, no voy a dejar de sentirlo?

En vez de entrar en las tiendas, prefiere sentarse en la iglesia y practicar su ateísmo silencioso.

Es el tributo que se paga para vivir con tranquilidad en el país de los callados.

Calla. Callo. Sigo a lo mío y él sigue a lo suyo. Así da gusto compartir planeta.

Para qué más ruido afuera con el que llevábamos adentro!

Si supieras lo que te quiero. No te lo había dicho antes porque no hubo ocasión. Y porque además para qué, para qué decir lo obvio…

En silencio la realidad pesa menos.

A veces se hacía presente con un silbido, que decía algo así como «Fufichu». Si en un momento dado no sabía quién estaba en la casa gritaba: «¡Alguno!» Pero con el correr del tiempo alguno se volvió nadie, y cerrados nuestros oídos a sus palabras nadie volvió a hacerle caso. La voz mandona de Lía sólo la oyeron entonces las paredes. O las vecinas.

Adesso, ricordandolo, scrivo queste righe prima che l'età mi intenerisca troppo il cuore e io non sia più capace di raccontarlo. Chi troppo ama, tace;

go.' He'd nodded but they'd both known

A wise old owl once lived in a wood, the more he heard the less he said, the less he said the more he heard, let's emulate that wise old bird.