Quotes About Silence

I felt a tenderness for her that was deep and pure, a miracle of love preserved. How clear it flowed, that fountain from the far past. Yes, we must quietly collect our past, collect it up with tacit understanding, without any intensity or drama, blaming and exonerating ourselves with a difference. And how wonderfully possible it seemed, this silent process of redemption

The problems were too evident, they sat together eyeing them in silence. The stage now belonged to the young people, there would be happenings. Yet nothing happened; and Clement felt as if a magic spell had paralysed them all.

The past buries the past and must end in silence, but it can be a conscious silence that rests open-eyed.

Bazen insanlar?n junkie olmay? fark?nda olmadan s?rf bir parça sessizlik istedikleri için seçtiklerini düÅŸünürüm.

Sitting in the brightly lit library, surrounded by books, in total silence, that was ma personal zenith.

He turned, stood above the crowd gazing up at him. There was silence in the square. And yet he had never felt such complete communication. It was as though they read each other's thoughts, as though they were one and the same: they were part of him,every Florentine standing below, eyes turned up to him, and he was a part of them.

He turned, stood above the crowd gazing up at him. There was silence in the square. And yet he had never felt such complete communication.

Lord Dorwin, gentlemen, in five days of discussion didn't say one damned thing, and said it so you never noticed.

Galaxy, he hated them! He stopped himself, drew a firm breath...There was no use thinking hate...He had learned to bear in silence. He ought not forget what he had learned now. Of all times, not now.

And he paused, aware at last of the gathering weight of the silence. Fourteen images stared at him, without any of them offering a word in response. Bakst said sharply, You have talked of freedom. You have it! Then, uncertainly, he said, Isn't that what you want?

Can entropy ever be reversed? We both know entropy can't be reversed. You can't turn smoke and ash back into a tree. Do you have trees on your world? The sound of the Galactic AC startled them into silence. Its voice came thin and beautiful out of the small AC-contact on the desk. It said: THERE IS INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER

But it was Paradise in one way," said Steiner at last. "How?" "All the time we were there the woman did not speak.

I planned killing Mis before he could talk. I planned it secretly—as secretly as I could—so secretly I didn't dare tell it to myself.

Come sempre, quando mi succede qualcosa di propizio, chiesi al mio io interiore se ero finalmente felice. Ma mantenne un silenzio diplomatico. Pareva che avessi un grande talento nel soffrire, ma che nessun risultato potesse mai soddisfarmi

that little bit between each note — silences which give the form

There are a lot of good people, Irina, but they keep quiet about it. It's the bad ones who make a lot of noise, and that's why they get noticed.

After a few months without writing, months I've lived turned outward... I fear going deaf, not being able to hear the silence.

Silencio antes de nacer, silencio después de la muerte, la vida es puro ruido entre dos insondables silencios.

Que hay al otro lado de la vida?¿Es solo noche silenciosa y soledad? ¿Que queda cuando no hay deseos, recuerdos ni esperanzas? ¿Que hay en la muerte? Si pudiera permanecer inmovil, sin hablar ni pensar, sin suplicar, sin llorar, recordar o esperar, si pudiera sumergirme en el silencio mas completo, tal vez entonces pudiera oirte, hija.

People do not belong to others, either. How can the huincas buy and sell people if they do not own them. Sometimes the boy went two or three days without speaking a word, surly, and not eating, and when asked what was the matter, the answer was always the same: There are content days and there are sad days. Each person is a master of his silence.

Muereté, mi amor, suplico Ernesto de rodillas junto a la cama. Muereté hija, agregue yo en silencio, porque no me salio la voz...

She believed that by giving problems a name they tended to manifest themselves, and then it was impossible to ignore them; whereas if they remained in the limbo of unspoken words, they could disappear by themselves, with the passage of time.

A escrita é uma longa introspecção, é uma viagem até às cavernas mais obscuras da consciência, uma lenta meditação. Escrevo às apalpadelas no silêncio e pelo caminho descubro partículas de verdade, pequenos cristais que cabem na palma da mão e justificam a minha passagem por este mundo.(...)

La vida es un ruido entre dos grandes silencios