Quotes About Silence

There are some sleeping dogs that should be left to lie; there are some questions that should not be asked.

Gratitude is so seldom found, and those who are most grateful cannot express it, are silent in their confusion, or ashamed, or sometimes seem ungracious just to conceal their feelings."..

N'aie pas peur de mes paroles: une morte ne veut plus rien, elle ne veut ni amour, ni pitié, ni réconfort.

soothing silence instead of an oppressive one.

Nothing was done to us - we were simply placed in a complete void, and everyone knows that nothing on earth exerts such pressure on the human soul as a void.

Gratitude is a rare frame of mind; and those who are grateful can seldom find a way to express what they feel. They are overwhelmed by silence; are shamefaced; and, sometimes, actually try to hide their feelings.

In 1938, after Austria, our universe had become accustomed to inhumanity, to lawlessness, and brutality as never in centuries before. In a former day the occurrences in unhappy Vienna alone would have been sufficient to cause international proscription, but in 1938 the world conscience was silent or merely muttered surlily before it forgot and forgave.

Raramente se llega a observar la gratitud de los hombres; los agradecidos no saben por lo común cómo exteriorizarlo, se sienten cohibidos, callan avergonzados y, con harta frecuencia, desean ocultar sus sentimientos y se muestran con una extrema torpeza.

a woman's feelings know everything without words, without conscious awareness.

Aucune souffrance n'est plus sacrée que celle qui par pudeur n'ose pas se manifester

Sessizlik keskin bir ç??l?kt?, iÅŸitilmemiÅŸ ç??l?klarla doluydu...

Ä°çimin bir zamanlar ne kadar ölü olduÄŸunu asla bilmediler

Él miró sin proferir palabra. También a él algo le cortaba el habla. Finalmente dejó la vela sobre la cómoda, y enseguida el juego de sombras que aleteaba en el espacio como un murciélago se tranquilizó.

Iss?z bir parkta karlar içinde Ar?yor geçmiÅŸi iki gölge.

wie ein Taucher sogar, der schon ahnt, dass das Seil nach der Außenwelt abgerissen ist und er nie zurückgeholt werden wird aus der lautlosen Tiefe.

Es gehört zur Tragik aller Despoten, daß sie den unabhängigen Menschen selbst dann noch fürchten, wenn sie ihn politisch machtlos und mundtot gemacht haben. Es genügt ihnen nicht, daß er schweigt und schweigen muß. Schon daß er nicht ja sagt, nicht dient und nicht buckelt, daß er sich nicht geschäftig in die Schar ihrer Schmeichler und Diener einreiht, macht sein Vorhandensein, sein Nochvorhandensein für sie zum Ärgernis.

Non si dovrebbe parlare di Dio. Non conosciamo la sua lingua. Possiamo soltanto ascoltare. Come l'incanto di una musica lontana, nel cuore della notte

A million words were going through my head and honestly I didn't say one of them. I wanted to let it sit, simmer, you know I wanted to soak it all in - the moment was amazing.

To-night the swinging stars shall plumb The silence of the sky.

Courtiers of all ages feel one great need: to speak in such a way that they do not say anything.

It is ever thus. We find the words to speak when all hope of converse is past.

Is it too absurd? It must, it cannot be other, than the fevered conjectures of my brain, quite overpowered by the sudden loss. And so I will put down my pen, and make an end to activity, in the hope that silence may be as balm, and isolation relieve despair.

We aren't the kind of people who talk about our problems.

She backed away toward the door as, softly, too softly for anyone to hear, she joined in on "Don't ask where I'm going; just listen when I'm gone." She slipped out the door without anyone noticing.