Quotes About Silence

Durante unos pocos segundos, creo que me olvidé de respirar. A veces la vida se detiene. Solo unos segundos, sin ningún movimiento. Es como si el mundo enmudeciera para subrayar lo que es importante de verdad. Después, todo vuelve a sonar con más fuerza.

Silencio, silencio y más silencio. Me gusta el silencio. El silencio no hace daño. Las palabras, sí.

Fueron exactamente diecinueve arañazos y doce dentelladas. ¿Que cómo lo sé? Feliz pregunta, lector sagaz, al filo de abandonarte de nuevo en los tiempos modernos, después de este paréntesis retrospectivo. Lo sé porque fui yo. Yo fui quien la atacó. Dicho esto, regreso a mi aparente silencio. Te estaré observando.

The danger of academic life, thought Wittgenstein, is that we are encouraged to go on talking even when we know in our hearts that we have nothing valuable to say.

Sunset on the water ought to be a quiet and easy time, but I guess some people can't stand a little silence.

Typecasting always involves a slight insult, and usually one that is easy to refute. But since it is the response itself that the typecaster seeks, the defense is silence, acting as if the words weren't even spoken.

to putin shut up!

E?ti considerat geniu nu numai prin ceea ce ai scris, ci ?i prin ceea ce ai evitat s? scrii.

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

It's quiet now. So quiet that can almost hear other people's dreams.

Someone wake me when it's over When the evening silence softens golden Just lay me on bed of dover Oh, I need help with this burden "Hush

If these walls could talk, I wonder what secrets they'd tell.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.

All night long if you want. We'll tell our secrets to the dark.

But that's the thing with death. The whisper of it descent travels fast and wide, and people must've know I'd become a corpse because nobody even came to view the body.

You type what you're feeling and press send before you have a chance to talk yourself out of it. And then you wait, and wait, and wait, and nothing comes back, so all those things you thought were so important to say, really, they weren't. They weren't worth saying at all.

Except Allyson doesn't know about Saba (yet) or about kishkes (officially speaking, though she knows what they are and how to listen to them and she will never ever stop doing this). And she doesn't have the words to tell Willem what she needs to tell him. So she doesn't use words. She licks her thumb and rubs it against he wrist. Stained. Willem grabs her wrist, rubs his own thumb against it. Does the same to his own wrist, just to make it clear. Stained.

It's quiet now. So quiet that you can almost hear other people's dreams So quiet that you can almost hear me tell Gramps, Thank you.

Esta noche no la besaré. O tocaré. O la veré de cerca. Esta noche escucharé. Y eso será suficiente

But by the way he's looking at everything in the room but me, I think he knows that he didn't really explain why. And by the way I'm looking at everything in the room but him, I know that I don't really need him to.

After that, I became kind of fascinated by her and by what I guessed was her ability to hear music in the silence. Back then, I'd wanted to be able to do that, too. So I took to watching her play, and though I told myself the reason for my attention was because she was as dedicated a musician as I was and that she was cute, the truth was that I also wanted to understand what she heard in the silence.

Rumors, even true ones, are like flames: Stifle the oxygen and they sputter and die.

her ability to hear music in the silence.

Que alguien me despierte cuando haya acabado, cuando el silencio nocturno pase del negro al dorado sólo quiero tenderme en un lecho de tréboles. Oh, necesito ayuda con esta carga.