Quotes About Silence

Much poetry happens in the silence of 3 AM.

Talk doesn't cook rice.

When deeds speak, words are nothing.

Sometimes night has a way of speaking to us, but we almost never listen.

?im možemo nekom ?oveku da kažemo jasno i otvoreno da nas je uvredio i da navedemo posve odre?eno ?ime je to i kada u?inio, to zna?i da smo mu uvredu oprostili ili smo spremni da to u?inimo. Muka je dok uvredu nosimo ?utke u sebi.

Ovih dana sam mnogo ?itao i mnogo razgovarao sa ljudima - više nego što je zdravo i dobro za mene - a nauk koji se može izvu?i iz svega toga uvek je isti. Iznutra treba rasti, ?utke i neprimetno napredovati, i u pravi ?as se zaustaviti. Sve drugo zna?i: sam sebi plesti zamku, spremati svoj sopstveni pad.

Sto vise samujes i cutis o sebi,sve ti je plici u ludji razgovor tvog susjeda.

u krvi im je saznanje da se pravi život sastoji od samih zatišja i da bi ludo i uzaludno bilo mutiti ta retka zatišja, traže?i neki drugi, ?vrš?i i stalniji život koga nema.

Never can that be told, for those who saw and lived through it have lost the gift of words and those who are dead can tell no tales. Those were things which are not told, but forgotten. Fore where they not forgotten, how could they ever be repeated?

Da je cutanje snaga, a govorenje slabost, vidi se i po tome sto starci i deca vole da pricaju.

Vrijeme je da se pre?e na dostizanje višeg stupnja, a to je: unutarnja šutnja. Što vrijedi što mudro držimo jezik za zubima, ako u nama još sve vrije od oštrih sudova i brzopletih replika koje ne pokre?u naš jezik i ne prelaze preko usana, ali potresaju i paraju našu unutrašnjost?

Del resto, non tutto al mondo deve essere detto, scritto, stampato e tradotto. Tra le persone resta molto di inespresso e taciuto, ma comunque di vivo e duraturo. E spesso questo è quanto di migliore e più luminoso ci sia in noi.

Feldvebel samo raširi ruke, sleže ramenima, stište usne i sklopi o?i, tako da mu lice dobi neki lukav i u?tiv izraz, nepomi?an, slep, gluh, kakav ljudi mogu da steknu samo dugogodišnjim radom u drevnim i trulim administracijama, u kojima se diskrecija odavno izrodila u bezdušnost, a poslušnost u kukavi?luk. List bele, neispisane hartije još je re?it prema nemom oprezu toga lica.

U ?utanju je sigurnost.

Several notes were missing. They had always been missing, except for two that I had levered out with a poker when three...The anticipated thrill of a missing G or an E Flat was like a good joke, told again and again, always fresh. I believe that my present feeling for silences and emptinesses dates from those sing-songs, the awaited non-note on the beat.

Poets generally write as if they were dead. –

When we really want to hear, and be heard by, someone we love, we do not go rushing into noisy crowds. Silence is a form of intimacy. That's how we experience it with our friends and lovers. As relationships grow deeper and more intimate, we spend more and more quiet time alone with our lover. We talk in low tones about the things that matter. We do not shout them to each other. We may shout about them to others, but quietness is the hallmark of love.

Vielleicht ist es so, dass nur das, was nicht ausgesprochen worden ist, durchlebt werden muss.

The thing about denying someone their voice in this life is that it tends to come out in death.

It is all too common in many churches around the world for believers to have absorbed the view that they must accept all calamities as the will of God, and many think that they must suffer in silence or even affirm God's role in the calamities. But this stance of absolute submission to the divine, exemplified by Abraham in Genesis 22, is not typical of biblical faith.

You don't need to diet, She-Body. You are a just-right female. McNab? Eve said. Yes, sir. Shut up. It's all right, Dallas. We're a couple. A couple of what? No, don't tell me. Don't talk to me. Don't talk to each other. Let there be silence across the land.

Who's with her? Roarke asked, though he already knew. It was just like her. With her? Oh, ah, hmmm. Webster. Silence fell, a clatter of broken bricks. Peabody folded her hands in her pockets and prepared for the explosion to follow. I see. When Roarke simply turned back to the screen and continued, she didn't know whether to be relieved or scared to death.

You need more sleep." "Skillet, pan." "What?" "You know, the skillet says the pan's the same deal." He thought a moment. "I believe that's the pot calling the kettle black." "Whatever, kitchen stuff can't talk anyway.

Gossip needn't be false to be evil—there's a lot of truth that shouldn't be passed around. —Frank A. Clark