Quotes About Silence

I thought about that long drive in the

For a moment the man from London and the woman in mourning considered each other in silence, each gauging temperament from the slender evidence of appearance.

It's good to know certain things: What's departed, in order to know what's left to come; That water's immeasurable and incomprehensible And blows in the air Where all that's fallen and silent becomes invisible; That fire's the light our names are carved in. That shame is a garment of sorrow; That time is the Adversary, and stays sleepless and wants for nothing; That clouds are unequal and words are.

I used to think the power of words was inexhaustible, That how we said the world was how it was, and how it would be, I used to imagine that word-sway and word thunder Would silence the Silence and all that, That words were the Word, That language could lead us inexplicably to grace, As though it were geographical. I used to think these things when I was young. I still do.

THINGS HAVE ENDS AND BEGINNINGS" Cloud mountains rise over mountain range. Silence and quietness,                             sky bright as water, sky bright as lake water. Grace is the instinct for knowing when to stop. And where.

That's what happens when you get a regular job, other people's shit becomes your problem. 'Course, by the time you got that figured, it's up around your ears and you're just trying to keep your fucking mouth shut.

The trip itself was the usual...adulation from all sides, rose petals strewn in my path everywhere I went, silver bells festooning the howdah on my private white elephant...you know the drill. I maintained my customary demeanor or regal calm and enigmatic silence throughout.

to bed." They let the fire die down. There was no

but I guess it's better for people to shut up rather than rather than say something nasty. -ONE NIGHT @ THE CALL CENTER Chapter 1 page 22

Those who mismanage our affairs would silence our criticism by pretending they have facts not avaliable to the rest of us. Our best weapon against them is not to marshal facts, of which they are truly managers, but passion. Passion is our hope and strenght.

this time I didn't launch into my usual tirade. Was it a memory of Krishna, the cool silence with which he countered disagreement, that stopped me? I saw something I hadn't realized before: words wasted energy.

Monday is the day of silence, day of the whole white mung bean, which is sacred to the moon.

She talks and talks because whenever she is silent she finds herself looking at him and her breath grows a little short.

Part of being a good parent was knowing when to say something and what to say, Elizabeth thought. The hardest part of parenting was knowing when to say nothing and listen.

Part of high cholesterol is that you can look at yourself in the mirror, and you can feel great and think there's no issues. But silently, they can be affecting your heart.

Only the mob takes the Fifth.

On their own merits modest men are dumb.

On the whole, monks do not become famous - and that is a good thing - but monasteries do - and that is an excellent thing. In other words, it is the community that matters.

I have no inner monologue.

Most people don't go around talking about their miscarriages. It's not really something you shout about. What's more, people often feel embarrassed or even guilty about them.

I grew up and had a lot of friends who were gay and Mormon. They couldn't come out to their parents. They couldn't even come out to me because we just wouldn't talk about it.

And the Angels…were frozen in hard marble silence and at a distance life awoke, and there was a rattle of lean wheels, a slow clangor of shod hoofs. And he heard the whistle wail along the river. Yet, as he stood for the last time by the Angels, he was like a man who stands upon a hill above the town he has left, yet he does not say "The town is near," but turns his eyes upon the distant soaring hills...

After that, we had no

The pallid light drowned out the stars, it lay like silence on the earth, it dropped through the leafy web of the young maples, printing the earth with swarming moths of elvish light.