Quotes About Silence

It is not a life at all. It is a reticence, in three volumes.

It is difficult sharing and capturing so many years of memories and the people behind the words-and even though that guest book can speak volumes, in between, the pages remain so silent.

I never used to speak at all. I always said Joe is the speaker of the family. I mean, I'd go to events and volunteer, but I was never a speaker.

I have always had a longing to talk about this Nazi period because my parents' generation wouldn't talk about it after the war at all. From an actor's point of view, it's amazing to play in one year the Nazi Albert Speer and Claus von Stauffenberg.

I'm not going to talk about who I voted for.

People misjudge it sometimes and think I'm selfish or I'm quiet or I'm rude because I don't talk.

I have really severe tinnitus.

I really didn't talk about my sexuality until I wrote my autobiography.

When I'm in the car, I want the only one shouting to be me.

I'm not even allowed to sing in the shower at home. Too loud.

Other people sing in the shower, but I don't.

I don't sing in the shower.

I went bankrupt and then I didn't tell anyone.

Muzzle a dog and he will bark out of the other end.

Sometimes people talk too much. We have to be careful about that.

We can't assign beliefs to people who don't have a voice to express them. And we can't assume what someone thinks.

I'm not a political person; I'm not an activist. I'm not a guy with strong beliefs about anything. I have nothing to say to the world.

I'm a believer that you shouldn't really talk about the drawing until you're done with the drawing.

Every time you get a strong impulse to talk about meditation and how wonderful it is, or how hard it is, or what it's doing for you these days, or what it's not, or you want to convince someone else how wonderful it would be for them, just look at it as more thinking and go meditate some more.

Simply by recounting their stories and breaking that silence, survivors of sexual assault strike a powerful blow against their assailants.

We sleep to time's hurdy-gurdy; we wake, if we ever wake, to the silence of God. And then, when we wake to the deep shores of time uncreated, then when the dazzling dark breaks over the far slopes of time, then it's time to toss things, like our reason, and our will; then it's time to break our necks for home.

Not responding is a response.

Night keeps its own sounds to itself because most of them come from the other side of silence.

To, ?e milcz?, nie znaczy, ?e nie mam nic do powiedzenia.