Quotes About Silence

Que se disent deux cœurs qui s'aiment ? Rien.

Who seldom speaks, and with one calm well-timed word can strike dumb the loquacious--is a genius or a hero.

He knows not how to speak who cannot be silent.

Being a woman seemed to mean listening to the music boys liked and neither dancing nor singing along.

Silence is the fabric upon which the notes are woven.

Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?

And heard the green birds singing/ from the other side of silence

Blink at the sunned scratch and stumble into silence

If you ask me a question I don't know, I'm not going to answer.

Evils that befall the world are not nearly so often caused by bad men as they are by good men who are silent when an opinion must be voiced.

I prefer drawing to talking. Drawing is faster, and leaves less room for lies.

To hear, one must be silent.

To which Silence of course made no reply, letting him hear what he had said and feel its foolishness thoroughly.

Sifting through the sieve of branches, a dusting of sugar over the cereal of dead leaves. An inch of snow accumulated through the night: slow, slow confectioners' sugar coming down through the thick limbs of fir and maple and oak.

I said nothing. I'm good at saying nothing. I don't like talking. I could go the rest of my life without saying another word, if I had to.

Shut away, drugged up, and silenced," Faust said. "I'm sure that's exactly what you'd prefer, because you don't want me, or anyone else, revealing the truth.

The rape was horrible, but being ignored by you was like being violated again," Albert said, his anger building once more. "It tore her apart.

It's better to be silent than to be a fool.

Those that'll tell don't know, and those that know won't tell.

Of course a carp is just a carp, waiting to become either your pet, or a gefilte fish. But am I wrong to also see this body lying in a pool of blood, being fibbed about in plain sight, as a metaphor for all the corpses and blood never discussed?

And death, that sits in marble silence cold, Will furnish hope to those who may behold The meaning in the everlasting change Of all that dies, returning, wondrous strange.

grow more by listening than talking.

It took him years to learn the value of silence, the power of carefully chosen words.

silence. Finally, he said, "So you and