Quotes About Silence

Brooding's different,' he muttered to the empty chair across from him. 'Could be any subject, for one thing. A subject not at all cynical. Like the meddling of the gods – no, all right, not like that one. Smithing, yes. Horseshoes. Nothing cynical about horseshoes . . . I don't think. Sure. Keeping horses comfortable. So they can gallop into battle and die horribly.' He fell silent. Scowling.

Mortality was the realm of deceit; the sordid room of horror hid in the house of the living, its walls crusted and streaked, dark stains on the warped floor. Dust crowded the corners, dust made of skin flakes and snarls of hair, nail clippings and clots of phlegm. Every house had its secret room, where memories howled in the thick silence.

Emptiness where you wouldn't expect it speaks to you.

worry of being heard.

Books are in the holy shape. They are silent and yet they speak directly into the imagination. You can burn them but they are more powerful than fire. All the knowledge of the ancient ones are put into them. The secrets of the age of vision. - Paris, See: Season 1 Ep.2

It seemed funny that one day I would go to bed in her arms and the next not feel anything, like a switch had gone off. But no, that wasn't honest either. This had been building for a long time. Our silences were getting longer. Our arguments more frequent. How do you stay with someone when there are no dreams to build? No purpose to accomplish? No meaning? No meaning —that was the monster that drove us away from one another in the end. Always.

Perhaps sound is only an insanity of silence, a mad gibber of empty space grown fearful of listening to itself and hearing nothing.

Franklin knew that the truth lay with the winter night: the world was silent and black-and-white.

If asked the Minotaur might say that he thinks gravity pulls harder at night. That the whole earth, on its wobbly axis, whips quicker through a sunless sky. It sure feels that way. But nobody is going to ask.

The best kind of friend is the kind you sit with, never say a word and walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you ever had.

In Ms Yuka's class he once wrote a poem about it called: 'Listen' The last lines were - I know you know you do it, it doesn't matter to you at all you just want to keep on talking a verbal waterfall

My Muse sits forlorn She wishes she had not been born She sits in the cold No word she says is ever told.

In het eindeloze van de nacht telt de wekker de gang van de tijd - elke tik een steentje afgenomen van de toekomst, en achterover in de put van 't verleden geworpen.

I have a big problem with piped music. I like either silence or to listen to it properly.

Great music as much about the space in between the notes as it is about the notes themselves.

I had discovered that the concentration required for crossing new territory seemed to quell the phantoms, dim their shapes, and silence their whispers, which was probably the real reason why I had not headed back to Taparak when the weather turned.

Time stood still, ignored the event.

An unwritten law forbids us to speak of it, and even the thought conjures dark names, dark times.

Aninka would not speak the words. They would, she felt, turn her tongue black: words of hatred and falsehood.

The air was hushed and still as if the fog were an enchantment beneath whose spell the whole world slept.

Without wisdom, without awareness, without mercy, without will, the king does not exist. All these qualities are within the Crown. They are the vital elements of kingship, and when they come together in the flesh of the true king, silence covers the sky, the waters, and the earth.

Bayard's worry, the things he could not say, hung as a tension in the air.

Nimnezzar knew Tiy was waiting for him to say something; the words that would act as a key to the lock upon her tongue. He had played this game in the past.

I like to have room for my thoughts and the silence to think them in.