Quotes About Silence

Mentre aspettavo mi guardavo intorno: l'intonaco scabro nella luce, un ciuffo d'erba sul terrazzo contro il cielo, il gran silenzio meridiano. Nello strepito del carro che s'allontanava, pensai che quelli per Oreste erano luoghi familiari, c'era nato e cresciuto, dovevano dirgli chi sa che. Pensai quanti luoghi ci sono nel mondo che appartengono così a qualcuno, che qualcuno ha nel sangue e nessun altro li sa.

Gli uomini che hanno una tempestosa vita interiore e non cercano sfogo nei discorsi o nella scrittura sono semplicemente uomini che non hanno una tempestosa vita interiore.

Tutto questo fa schifo. Non parole. A gesture. Non scriverò più. --- All this disgusts. Without words. A gesture. I will not write more.

La tierra parece aclararse con luz propia, con una luz fresca y silenciosa que sale de las peñas y de las cosas desnudas.

For everyone death has a look. Death will come with your eyes. It will be like terminating a vice, as seen in the mirror a dead face re-emerging, like listening to closed lips. We'll go down the abyss in silence. — Cesar Pavese, from "Death Will Come With Your Eyes," Verrà la morte e avrà i tuoi occhi . Translation by Linh Dinh (Einaudi 1966) Originally published 1951.

Le catene, la morte, la comune speranza, acquistavano un senso terribile e quotidiano. Ciò che prima era visto nell'aria, era stato parole, adesso afferrava alle viscere. Nelle parole c'è qualcosa d'impudico. In certi istanti avrei voluto vergognarmi. Invece tacevo. Avrei voluto scomparire come un topo. Le bestie, pensavo, non sanno quel che avviene. Invidiavo le bestie.

If you are involved with the intensity of crescendo situations, with the intensity of tragedy, you might begin to see the humor of these situations as well. As in music, when we hear the crescendo building, suddenly if the music stops, we begin to hear the silence as part of the music.

As in music, when we hear the crescendo building, suddenly if the music stops, we begin to hear the silence as part of the music.

La mort d'un pauvre et le crime d'un riche ne font pas de bruit

I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.

I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.

You can listen to silence, Reuven. I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own. It talks to me sometimes. I feel myself alive in it. It talks. And I can hear it. ... You have to want to listen to it, and then you can hear it. It has a strange, beautiful texture. It doesn't always talk. Sometimes - sometimes it cries, and you can hear the pain of the world in it. It hurts to listen to it then. But you have to.

Ah ternyata hatimu yang tak memberi. Mampus kau dimakan sepi

Do not reveal what you have thought upon doing, but by wise council keep it secret being determined to carry it into execution.

Apricot in Red Wine" for Alicia She lay wrapped in a soft-white blanket, imagining how warm it would be–her back against his chest, their bodies curved around each other. She has this addicting idea that his thumbs will fit perfectly into the groove of her hips–his breath on her neck. Leading him by the hand to her bedroom, she silently lets him undress her, promising to be quiet, to be quiet enough that no one will hear Her naked soul

The wise man believes profoundly in silence, the sign of a perfect equilibrium. Silence is the absolute poise or balance of body, mind, and spirit. The man who preserves his selfhood ever calm and unshaken by the storms of existence - not a leaf, as it were, astir on the tree, not a ripple upon the surface of the shinning pool - his, in the mind of the unlettered sage, is the ideal attitude and conduct of life. Silence is the cornerstone of character.

However, the most striking evidence of Brahmanical hostility towards Buddhism comes in the form of silence: the way in which India's Buddhist history, extending over large parts of the country and lasting for many centuries, was excised from the historical record.

Be charming, and shut up!

I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.

To his great relief she recommended no course of action. She listened. She didn't believe in giving advice, even when asked.

Gurov, discovers that the most important features of life that you want to talk about cannot be spoken of in polite society.

Es lo único que voy a decir sobre este tema por ahora. Como dice Chloé, hay cosas a las que más vale no darles muchas vueltas. Si quieres leer algo, lee el espacio blanco que queda en esta página. Soy yo, el que está en ese espacio.

There's nothing to talk about to strangers anymore, if you know what I mean. Everything I want to say, I say to her.

The problem with love and God, the two of them, is how to say anything about them that doesn't annihilate them instantly with the wrong words, with untruth. . . . In this sense, love and God are equivalents. We feel both, but because we cannot speak clearly about them, we end up–wordless, inarticulate—by denying their existence altogether, and, pfffffft, they die.