Quotes About Silence

Il dolore è ancor più dolore se tace.

NOVEMBRE Gemmea l'aria, il sole così chiaro che tu ricerchi gli albicocchi in fiore, e del prunalbo l'odorino amaro senti nel cuore... Ma secco è il pruno, e le stecchite piante di nere trame segnano il sereno, e vuoto il cielo, e cavo al piè sonante sembra il terreno. Silenzio, intorno: solo, alle ventate, odi lontano, da giardini ed orti, di foglie un cader fragile. È l'estate, fredda, dei morti.

IL TUONO E nella notte nera come il nulla, a un tratto, col fragor d'arduo dirupo che frana, il tuono rimbombò di schianto: rimbombò, rimbalzò, rotolò cupo, e tacque, e poi rimareggiò rinfranto, e poi vanì. Soave allora un canto s'udì di madre, e il moto di una culla.

E il nonno li aspettava come un'anima del purgatorio, cogli occhi alla porta, sebbene non ci vedesse quasi, e li andava toccando, per accertarsi che erano loro, e poi non dice più nulla, mentre gli si vedeva in faccia che aveva tante cose da dire, e spezzava il cuore con quella pena che gli si leggeva in faccia e non la poteva dire.

I allowed silence its eloquence.

As possibly no other politician in our time, Hitler understood the art of public speaking, of pauses, of silence, of inducing, inciting and inflaming passion. "I am ashamed of it now," said Speer, "but at the time, I found him deeply exciting.

Pays de muets, pays de la belle endormie, merveilleux mais sans vie parce qu'y manque le souffle de la liberté. Aujourd'hui comme hier.

Of this poetry I'm left with the emptiness of an endless secret

Quale canto s'è levato stanotte che intesse di cristallina eco del cuore le stelle

O]n a poem of a bridge I contemplate the boundless silence of a slender girl our ills flow together and how, borne away, she remains.

Find a quiet place to sit alone and in silence; bow your head and shut your eyes. Breathe softly, look with your mind into your heart; recollect your mind—that is, all its thoughts—and bring them down from your mind into your heart. As you breathe, repeat: "Lord Jesus Christ, have mercy on me," either quietly with your lips, or only in your mind. Make an effort to banish all thoughts; be calm and patient, and repeat this exercise frequently

In the night, when the wind dies and silence rules the place of glittering stone, I remember. And they all live again.

One develops an instinct for letting silence do the heavy lifting. In the three, four, five seconds that passed without either of us speaking, the many ways the conversation could go came and went like time-lapse film of flowers blooming and dying.

It wasn't love at first sight. They ran into each other one morning in a sunny clearing in the forest. A few moments of stunned silence. `Glockenspiel,' Adam pronounced, thinking (but with terrible doubt) he'd found another animal in search of a name. When Eve approached him, proffering a handful of elderberries, he threw a stick at her and ran away.

Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind; dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world.

Political correctness doesn't change us, it shuts us up.

Only those afraid of the truth seek to silence debate, intimidate those with whom they disagree, or slander their ideological counterparts. Those who know they are right have no reason to stifle debate because they realize that all opposing arguments will ultimately be overcome by fact.

Everyone needs a place where they can go to just ponder for a while. Silence is important; it's the only time you can hear the whispering of truth.

It is only on the battlefield of ideas that the best ones can be recognized and ultimately prevail. Only those afraid of the truth seek to silence debate, intimidate those with whom they disagree, or slander their ideological counterparts. Those who know they are right have no reason to stifle debate because they realize that all opposing arguments will ultimately be overcome by fact.

Only those afraid of the truth seek to silence debate, intimidate those with whom they disagree, or slander their ideological counterparts.

And so this government of the United States was brilliantly designed to keep that weakness of human nature in check, but it required the people to participate daily, to be vigilant, and they have not. It demanded that they behave as though their government was their servant, but they have not. In their silence the people of the United States have spoken. While they slept the servant has become their master.

But let us laugh carelessly like other men. Let us be timid even among fools. Let us knot silence around our throats. For they would surely kill us.

Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.

Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go... And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.