Quotes About Silence

It is a great, a pleasant thing to have a friend with whom to walk, untroubled, through the woods, by the stream, saying nothing, at peace--the heart all clean and quiet and empty, ready for the spirit that may choose to be its guest.

All my years to this moment All my roads to this wall. All my words to this silence All my pride to this fall. -Songs of Sapphique

When you don't talk, there's a lot of stuff that ends up not getting said.

But it turns out that even if I don't talk a lot, when it's something that matters I still have a lot to say.

I ultimately decided to hold my tongue and settle instead for the comfort of ignorance. Not knowing the truth, I retained hope, and that hope I held like a smooth warm stone against my heart.

I decided that not talking is like a litmus test for a real friend. You can just sit there and be. Not always be filling up the air with words

I think it's the things we don't talk about that make us old before out time.

And that, I now realize, is how you start the pattern of silences. So innocently and on such a small scale, and then once you open the door for them, they barge in and take on a life of their own.

In the beginnings of that silence, he knew something. Clearly. Once you throw down that gauntlet of ultimatum, the "one more thing" will happen. Nat figured it probably wouldn't even matter much what it was. It would be the straw that broke her. And it had been defined. Prepared for. So it would happen. It was only a matter of time.

He had still offered me no return address. I couldn't have written back and given him my reaction to his words, even if I had known what to say.

Now, there are silences, and there are silences, especially in the house where we grew up. If we'd ever talked about the silences out loud, I'm sure we'd have had a hundred different words to identify them like the Eskimos do with snow.

Bea was careful to stare down at her beer bottle as she spoke. When she was done the silence reigned again. Bea did not dare look up to see how her admission had been received. She saw one of the men get up from his barstool, but she didn't look over. She could hear someone moving about the room, but did not turn her head to investigate

But I've learned in my life that not everything that happens needs to be talked about. Some things are better left alone.

gone. I figured you had some kind of secret. I

Nothing is more dangerous than words. Words can kill your soul.

It means feelings come through loud and clear whether you express them in words or not.

They made you miss one breath, no matter how many times you'd seen them. He didn't speak.

Raymond opened his mouth to say something. But he was still unclear on what the something would be. Part of him wanted to express what a big deal it was. Bigger than her words had tried to make it out to be. But it seemed unlikely that he would say a thing like that. He never had before.

I think it's the things we don't talk about that make us old before our time.

And in this one perfect but probably fleeting moment . . . nothing

There's no reception up there," Remy's father said at long last. "Because there are no cell towers." Remy wondered sometimes if the long pauses before answers were his father's attempt to get Remy to figure things out on his own. But he was never right at the edge of understanding,

It means feelings come through loud and clear whether you express them in words or not." - Nathan

Esta bien," Clara called back. They sat in silence a while longer. "You seem pretty relaxed," she said to Billy. "Pretty

though he should gather the silence into his arms and apologize to it. She