Quotes About Silence

Then why on earth had she never told anyone about these things? Matthews asked. Linda didn't miss a beat. "Because no one ever asked," she said. "You're the first that ever did.

Prayer is not first and foremost talking to God, it's first and foremost listening to God.

In that hospital they don't bury the dead, they keep them in rooms and talk to them.

He crawled deeper into the black gauzy web where he could rest in the silence, where his coming and going through this world was no more than a star falling across the night sky. He left behind the pain and buzzing in his head; they were shut out by the wide dark distance.

Dear God, This is so scary, but it's also freeing. For the first time I see your plan for healing broken relationships. I need to do the right thing, and it's not to close my eyes and stay silent. It's to confront him. But I need your help. I'm afraid it won't go well and I will have to implement a consequence. Help me be strong.

My major aim was to shape a book which would make its own comment, a wordless statement: to talk through the way it was shaped.

Silence is love's own peculiar eloquence of bliss.

A moment in the morning ere the cares of the day begin, Ere the heart's wide door is open for the world to enter in; Ah, then, alone with Jesus, in the silence of the morn, In heavenly sweet communion, let your happy day be born; In the quietude that blesses with a prelude of repose, Let your soul be soothed and softened as the dew revives the rose.

When it comes to true humility in the face of history, nothing beats complete silence.

The quietness of it was weird: real fights happened without a sound track.

he imagined another life for himself as one of these silent scholars, buried in his research like a guinea pig in its wood shavings, nibbling away steadily after some arcane piece of knowledge in the hope of making an addition, however imperceptible, to the collective pile.

The others were conspicuously silent, or talked among themselves, elaborately play-acting that they were unaware of the fact that Quentin was conversing with a drunk magic bear.

He was unexpectedly happy, though he instinctively kept it a secret.

It will often be a question when a man is or is not wise in advancing unpalatable opinions, or in preaching heresies; but it can never be a question that a man should be silent if unprepared to speak the truth as he conceives it.

There are many justifications of silence; there can be none of insincerity.

We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.

When I lay these questions before God I get no answer. But a rather special sort of 'No answer.' It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate, gaze. As though He shook His head not in refusal but waiving the question. Like, "Peace, child; you don't understand."

I have learned now that while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt one, those who keep silence hurt more. They help to increase the sense of general isolation which makes a sort of fringe to the sorrow itself.

Into the void of silence, into the empty space of nothing, the joy of life is unfurled.

But answer came there none—And this was scarcely odd, becauseThey'd eaten every one.

There was silence supreme! Not a shriek, not a scream,Scarcely even a howl or a groan,As the man they called "Ho!" told his story of woeIn an antediluvian tone.

The Carpenter said nothing but"The butter's spread too thick!"

I don't think..." then you shouldn't talk, said the Hatter.

I came to poetry through the urgent need to denounce injustice, exploitation, humiliation. I know that's not enough to change the world. But to remain silent would have been a kind of intolerable complicity.