Quotes About Silence

Jess couldn't stop spitting out words, because they were words like blades to hurt, and if she swallowed them, she'd be scraped hollow.

Young men ... learn practical skills that set is in good stead for lives as the husbands of wealthy and educated women: Strong Handshakes, Silence, Rudimentary Car Mechanics, How to Mow the Lawn, Explosive Displays of Authority, Sport and Nutrition Against Impotance.

Looking at those last photos was like flipping through a book of silence.

And other times—too often, maybe—I don't dare have an opinion in case it upsets anyone.

His puppets have a nihilistic spirit, if you'd understand what I meant by that. Sometimes his puppets won't perform at all. He just lets them sit there, watching us. Then he has them look at each other and then back at us until it feels as if they have information, some kind of dreadful information about each and every one of us, and you begin to wish they'd decide to keep their mouths shut forever.

A library at night is full of sounds: The unread books can't stand it any longer and announce their contents, some boasting, some shy, some devious. But the sound I heard wasn't the sound of a book.

But then some people give off a strange sense of preoccupation, as if there is something in their lives so important to them that they have to keep it silent, and close. And to keep this thing close, they make sacrifices.

Olivia made Mrs. Fletcher nervous. That was difficult to process. I'd recently come across a proverb about not speaking unless you'd thought of something better than silence. So I kept typing.

Collectively they were an embodiment of Cool Britannia before the concept had even had a name. And this set of parents certainly is one body—it's impossible to speak to any of them individually. Group communication or deafening silence . . . your choice. Harriet can see why the other parents don't bother with the PPA.

Why can't we kill this panic, or do the other thing and make it mute?

when I heard whispering. It was as soft as snowfall, but it took over all my hearing.

wrote no letters to the editor. Cool admiration, but no fire.

Afternoon has now turned to evening. The sparrows are silent, nested up under the eaves for the night. It is time for Pat's final meal.

The sun has set behind the trees. Afternoon has now turned to evening. The sparrows are silent, nested up under the eaves for the night. It is time for Pat's final meal.

Many years later he insisted, 'They knew it was the end when I was with them'; that evening, though the words remained resolutely unspoken, everyone had a clear sense of what might lie ahead.

B)ut behind it all-- nothing: just vodka and the void. (Coco Chanel)

Siéntate en silencio y cierra los ojos. 2 La luz en tu interior es suficiente. 3 Sólo ella puede concederte el don de la visión. 4 Ciérrate al mundo exterior, y dale alas a tus pensamientos para que lleguen hasta la paz que yace dentro de ti. 5 Ellos conocen el camino.

FINDING FAITH IN A FLOWER Sometimes when faith is running low And I cannot fathom why things are so, I walk among the flowers that grow And learn the answers to all I would know. For among my flowers I have come to see Life's miracle and its mystery, And standing in silence and reverie, My faith comes flooding back to me.

You listen to the silence drawn on the ashes of ancient sacrifices.

Women must write through their bodies, they must invent the impregnable language that will wreck partitions, classes, and rhetorics, regulations and codes, they must submerge, cut through, get beyond the ultimate reverse-discourse, including the one that laughs at the very idea of pronouncing the word "silence"...In one another we will never be lacking.

Nostalgia settled on my shoulders like the arm of a long-lost friend, urging me to look back and listen; it had been years since I heard such morning sounds, such silence.

Not having time for a person, not being able to sit in silence together with somebody, that's the same as rejecting them, as being scornful about them.

There was absolute silence as though the arid stillness of planetary space were dropping slowly from the stars.

He fell back. He had cried out so loud that even if there had been no breach in the wall, I should have heard him in my room. He voiced his whole dream, he threw it out passionately. This sincerity, which was indifferent to everything, had a definite significance which bruised my heart. "Forgive me. Forgive me. It is almost a blasphemy. I could not help it." He stopped. You felt his will-power making his face calm, his soul compelling him to silence, but his eyes seem to mourn.