Quotes About Silence

Ich legte mich auf den Boden und hörte die Welt ihre Runden drehn im Gleichschritt der Verwesung.

If the dead could speak there would be no more war. Heinrich Böll; "The Stories of Heinrich Böll"

Udii il suo respiro; non so per quanto tempo, ma lo udii chiaramente, poi lei riattaccò. Io sarei rimasto a lungo così, con il ricevitore in mano, solo per sentirla respirare.

But the silence of those who said nothing, nothing at all, was terrible. It was the silence of those who knew they were all done for.

Where words leave off, music begins.

Action speaks louder than words.

Probablemente el supuesto buen gusto preponderante en la sociedad actual prohíbe hablar del exterminio de los presos en los campos de concentración, particularmente cuando se trata de homosexuales.

They stand close for a while, not touching, but breathing each other's breath. The city is silent now, as if for peace.

Before you say anything censorious about anyone, ask yourself three questions: Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary? If the answer to any one of these is even a qualified no, you'd best be quiet." And she remembered it. Miss

supported by the National Socialist political party, or "Endeks," encouraged by teachers and university professors, condoned by the government, ignored by the police.

where you swallowed a terrible silence.

those who had been obliged to be silent for nearly forty years were once again being told that there could be no public recognition of their past lives or memories.

pact of silence".

I would rather they did not speak of it at all, until I am out of the district." Mrs. Bennet was all amazement. "Until you are out of the district, child! What else are people to speak of when they hear you are to marry a man so rich, so highly placed in society, so... rich?

Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I am in, therein to be content.

Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content

Life challenges each of us to find those who will help us break our silence, find our voice, and speak our truth.

It took me a long time to realise how many of our classic books on animals were by gay writers who wrote of their relationships with animals in lieu of human loves of which they could not speak.

There's a special phenomenology to walking in woods in winter.

Shocking loss isn't to be shared, no matter how hard you try.

a torn-paper whiteness behind the sun that speaks of frost to come.

Something the size of a fist was in my throat and it was catching the words and not letting them out. I started to panic. Why couldn't I speak?

The goshawk is staring at me in mortal terror, and I can feel the silences between both our heartbeats coincide. Her eyes are luminous, silver in the gloom. Her beak is open. She breathes hot hawk breath in my face. It smells of pepper and musk and burned stone. Her feathers are half-raised and her wings half-open, and her scaled yellow toes and curved black talons grip the glove tightly. It feels like I'm holding a flaming torch.

She doesn't complain about anything I do; she is physically unable to. That's because I fixed her early. I told her in heartfelt tones that one of the reasons I love her is because she never complains. So now of course she doesn't dare complain.