Quotes About Silence

The living walk by the edge of a vast lake near the wise, drowned silence of the dead.

Some days, although we cannot pray, a prayer utters itself.

Lucretia was buried next to James in a simple Quaker grave in Fair Hill cemetery. Thousands of people attended her internment. As her granddaughter remembered, everyone was quiet. Someone asked, 'Will no one say anything?' Another replied, 'Who can speak? The preacher is dead.

Shut the eff up,' Aaron said. Only he said the REAL swear, the REAL word.

her to fly away and develop a career in art, but then little had he known that he would not be around to make that possible. She only became aware that something was different when, still absorbed in her own thoughts, it dawned on her that the bar had grown silent. In the act of pulling a pint, she raised her eyes and there, framed in the doorway, was one of the most startlingly beautiful men she had ever seen in her life. Tall, windswept dark hair raked back

Writing is like talking without anyone to interrupt you.

Groupthink can also happen when a fixed-mindset leader punishes dissent. People may not stop thinking critically, but they stop speaking up.

Why should men be allowed to strut under the privilege of their life adventures, wearing them like a breast full of medals, while women went all gray and silent beneath the weight of theirs?

When in doubt, shut up.

I don't say anything. I know the power of silence. I remember my dad saying nothing and I remember his silences more vividly than I remember the things he said.

Well," I say and I should shut up and I want to shut up but you make me want to talk.

Real blues shut you down and shut you up.

know I should apologize and tell her that she's right, that I do wish Jon would see me, that it's eating me alive. But the thing about things that break your heart, it's hard to validate them by saying them out loud.

Real love is quiet. A whisper between two people.

cowed by the awe of a hundred thousand voices clamoring to be heard above the din of reverent quiet.

The chaos in my head spun itself into a silk of silence. I had distilled myself to the immediacy of hand, blade, blood, flesh.

the silence of God is God.

The tanks dug ladders in the earth no one was able to climb In every war someone puts a cigarette in the corpse's mouth And the corpse The corpse is never mentioned In the hours before his empty body was found It was this, this life that he longed for, this that he wrote of desiring, Yet this life leaves out everything for which he lived

After beating Lorca with their rifle butts and calling him a faggot, they filled him with bullets. The grave, sought by many, has never been found.

He fell quiet, but she understood this was his way. He was not a talkative man. Once, she'd imagined him sitting alone in his house, a monster ready to devour anyone who came near. What she imagined now was a man who had both his rank and his natural reticence working against him. She smiled at him. If he continued in his gruff ways the rest of his life, she would defend him to anyone. Anyone.

It's not the content of out dreams that gives our second heart its dark color; it's the thoughts that go through our heads in those wakeful moments when sleep won't come. And those are the things we never tell anyone at all.

It's not the content of our dreams that gives our second heart its dark color; it's the thoughts that go through our heads in those wakeful moments when sleep won't come. And those are the things we never tell anyone at all.

Actions lie louder than words.

People came to understand one another not by words but by what had happened between them. It couldn't be said, in so many words.