Quotes About Silence

We all live our lives carrying secrets we cannot disclose.

I watched the moon alone, unable to share his cold beauty with anyone.

The silence grew deeper, so deep that if you listened carefully you might very well catch the sound of the earth revolving on its axis.

But the silence spoke volumes.

En ese momento, por fin lo captó. En lo más profundo de sí mismo,Tsukuru Tazaki lo comprendió: los corazones humanos no se unen sólo mediante la armonía. Se unen, mas bien, herida con herida. Dolor con dolor. Fragilidad con fragilidad. No existe silencio sin un grito desgarrador, no existe perdón sin que se derrame sangre, no existe aceptación sin pasar por un intenso sentimiento de pérdida. Ésos son los cimientos de la verdadera armonía.

There are certain thoughts that, no matter what, you have to keep inside.

Lonely metal souls in the unimpeded darkness of space, they meet, pass each other, and part, never to meet again. No words passing between them. No promises to keep.

The moon had been observing the earth close-up longer than anyone. It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring - and all of the acts carried out - on this earth. But the moon remained silent; it told no stories.

Aomame raised her glass to the moon and asked, "Have you gone to bed with someone in your arms lately?" The moon did not answer. "Do you have any friends?" she asked. The moon did not answer. "Don't you get tired of always playing it cool?" The moon did not answer.

Whatever can't be expressed might as well not exist.

Maybe in some distant place, everything is already, quietly, lost. Or at least there exists a silent place where everything can disappear. Or at least there exists a silent place where everything can disappear, melting together in a single overlapping figure. And as we live our lives we discover—drawing toward us the thin threads attached to each—what has been lost.

I tell lies sometimes. The last time I lied was a year ago. I absolutely detest lying. You could say that lying and silence are the two greatest sins of present day society. Actually, I lie a lot, and I'm always clamming up.

She didn't answer. Instead, she smiled sweetly. It was a smile so radiant that the air seemed to thin around it.

There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage of acute loss.

The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.

The silence lent a faint weight to the air. As though I were sitting alone, at the bottom of the sea.

The silence is so deep it hurts our ears

Has the dark shadow really disappeared? Or is it inside me, concealed, waiting for its chance to reappear? Like a clever thief hidden inside a house, breathing quietly, waiting until everyone's asleep. I have looked deep inside myself, trying to detect something that might be there. But just as our consciousness is a maze, so too is our body. Everywhere you turn there's darkness, and a blind spot. Everywhere you find silent hints, everywhere a surprise is waiting for you.

Besides being the world the kind of sadness that can not be expressed in tears. You can not explain it to anyone. Unable to take any shape, settles quietly in the bottom of the heart as snow during the windless night.

dry ground welcoming the rain, he let the solitude, silence, and loneliness soak in.

The worst thoughts usually strike in the dead of the night.

Sometimes we don't need words. Rather, it's words that need us.

And it was the kind of thing that loses the most important nuances when reduced to words. He had never told anyone about it, and he probably never would.

You know something? she said. What? I'm completely empty. Yeah? Yeah.