Quotes About Silence

Screaming, it's not me. I tried it before! Action is more my thing. Not talking. It's hard for me to have word fights, fighting with words. I'd rather just listen.

My love life is good, and I feel like part of what's made it good is not talking about it.

I got into a habit really early about not talking about work, ever.

Have you noticed that they write parts for mute women but not for mute men? It must be a masculine dream: a woman who can feel and hear but not talk!

I wanted to write a novel. At 12 I knew, I am a writer. I said it to nobody.

I was put in the Anda cell at the Arthur Road jail which is the most secluded cell. You have no contact with anyone and you don't even get newspapers. I was completely numb.

I understand why people went nuts for 'The Artist.' We use words so much, it's nice to be able to explore a different way of communication, to be able to express silently what someone - or something - is thinking or feeling.

I carry music in my head, so I don't need more. It drives me nuts that, in hotels or on boats, people seem to think you need music 24 hours a day.

If I get to know somebody, I'll open up, but other than that I like to sit back and observe things.

She was never to ask me a question about the man she loved most and understood least. Perhaps she knew enough to know that for her it was enough to have loved him.

You can't improve sound by having only silence. The problem is to use each at the proper time.

Where is the sound? someone hastily scribbled on the blackboard, and they all waited anxiously for the reply. Milo caught his breath, picked up the chalk, and explained simply, It's on the tip of my tongue.

Why, did you know that there are almost as many kinds of stillness as there are sounds? But, sadly enough, no one pays any attention to them these days.

For an instant there was an ominous stillness, quieter and more silent than ever before, as if even the air was holding its breath.

Ali zar u buci nema i dobrih zvukova?

Coda Perhaps to love is to learn to walk through this world. To learn to be silent like the oak and the linden of the fable. To learn to see. Your glance scattered seeds. It planted a tree. I talk because you shake its leaves.

How to speak, oh Dream, your silence out loud?

A saint speaks with God or with himself, two forms of silence.

Perhaps to love is to learn to walk through this world. To learn to be silent Like the oak and linden of fable. To learn to see

the trees murmur, they tell us something…

Eres tan sólo un sueño, pero en ti sueña el mundo y su mudez habla con tus palabras.

El lenguaje siempre es una pluralidad, y esa te hace pensar a veces que el lenguaje es la expresión más perfecta de la razón y a la vez es la expresión más imperfecta de la razón, ya que toda palabra posee una significación que puede ser anulada por otra palabra. Lo que me propuse es ver cómo el lenguaje desemboca del silencio, de ese silencio significativo.

La poesía nos hace tocar lo impalpable y escuchar la marea del silencio cubriendo un paisaje devastado por el insomnio.

must of really been worth hearing about if it was too awful to mention.