Quotes About Silence

Poet? jest ten który pisze wiersze I ten który wierszy nie pisze

From Gold gold bars and gold ingots bare their teeth the skulls keep silent the sockets speak

The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence.

Silence is true wisdom's reply.

I came to poetry through the urgent need to denounce injustice, exploitation, humiliation. I know that's not enough to change the world. But to remain silent would have been a kind of intolerable complicity.

Good evening" Said Mutsuko. Her voice that of a young girl. "Good evening" I responded. She was beautiful. Tears welled up in my eyes, unable to even ask her to come in, and with my eyes still on her, I began to sob. Mutsuko watched me in silence.

Words can damage. Silence can heal. Knowing when to speak and when not to speak is the wisdom of sages. Knowledge can hinder. Ignorance can liberate. Knowing when to know and when not to know is the wisdom of prophets. Unimpeded by words, silence, knowledge, or ignorance, a fluent blade cuts cleanly. This is the wisdom of warriors.

Heaven doesn't laugh. It just smiles and stares.

But maybe when you never say a thing, your thoughts spread like mould.

In fact, if I let Him, my faith, rather than my mouth, could become my best asset.

Carol Anne had a bad case of motor-mouth. Amanda wanted to install a muffler.

It's best for a man to be thought a fool instead of opening his mouth and removing all doubt.

She didn't ask where they were going. She just leaned back and stared up into the dark night sky. He would have been hard-pressed to explain it to anyone, but he'd never felt so much like a man as he did when he was with her. He wanted to protect her, provide for her, make her laugh, love her in every way he could. And he liked that she didn't have to fill every moment with words too.

Su muerte fue como la de un grillo cuando llega el invierno y apaga su último canto».

Frog dies because of its making noise

The money from selling a dog doesn't bark

Most humans think the appearance of quiet is quiet. They do not see that sometimes the enemy is as quiet as the serpent. Only when it has stolen all of their eggs will they know bad walks in the quiet as well as the noisy.

A breath of sound across the landing, almost imperceptible, like a shadow moving against blackness; then nothing.

My mind is done for the night, shorted out; there's nothing left but a dial tone.

For some reason the past—any of our pasts—was solidly off-limits. They were like the creepy rabbits in Watership Down who won't answer any questions beginning with "Where.

Although I knew that quite possibly this would have made no difference to anything at all, in the long run, I couldn't help thinking of all the casualties that silence had left behind, all the wreckage in its wake.

They've had it spelled out a dozen times, in cringey classes, in cringey parent talks: when to tell an adult. The idea never comes near any of their minds. This thing opening in front of them is nothing to do with those careful speeches. This mix of roaring rage and a shame that stains every cell, this crawling understanding that now their bodies belong to other people's eyes and hands, not to them: this is something new.

But if you've seen a dead body, you know how they change the air: that huge silence, the absence strong as a black hole, time stopped and molecules frozen around the still thing that's learned the final secret, the one he can never tell.

I said, "Please tell me that little story wasn't your excuse for killing two people." There was a very long silence. Then Shay said, "How long were you listening at that door?