Quotes About Silence

When they were done, the stones lay heaped upon the still form. The crowd dispersed like crows flying from empty bones. The elders picked up their robes and walked away. The mob was now silent. No one met the gaze of his neighbor. They drifted away, until only Ezra stood at one side, Saul on the other.

Pretend to be mad and talk a lot. Then — and this is the important bit — do nothing at all until you absolutely have to and then make sure everyone dies.

Jack said nothing. It was time to start putting his plan into action. Then he remembered: He didn't have one.

The people to listen to are the ones who don't say very much

He shook his head, looked around carefully and then lowered his voice. "Pretend to be mad and talk a lot. Then—and this is the important bit—do nothing at all until you absolutely have to and then make sure everyone dies." "Thanks

In fact, the room was so quiet you might have heard a drop of paint splash.

Much that we had appreciated about one another had been left unsaid. In humor, in life and in love, we had understood.

Shall I kill him? said the princess after a pause. My father insisted that I be trained in the art of silent assassination just in case.

El mejor que he tenido nunca: eramos tan amigos que ni siquiera necesitábamos hablar cuando estabamos juntos.

aquella era una época en la que, allí, en Cataluña, nadie hablaba de ese tema. Entonces todos los periodistas, todo el mundo político y económico sabía que el gobierno autonómico estaba hasta arriba de mierda, pero nadie o casi nadie decía nada...

Lucy frowned. "What's the Three-S rule?" "Shoot, shovel and shut up.

Nothing is true but what is never said.

True compassion is to suffer in silence for others.

Every year, I verify here, alongside the intelligence of the mineral world and the animal kingdom, the proportional stupidity of the human race - the deculturated peasants and acculturated tourists, arrogant adults and children with their pretentious technical gadgetry and senseless chatter. All the other species are more docile and spiritual in their silence than this one.

But against the acceleration of networks and circuits, we will also look for slowness—not the nostalgic slowness of the mind, but insoluble immobility, the slower than slow: inertia and silence, inertia insoluble by effort, silence insoluble by dialogue. There is a secret here too.

In the beginning was the word. It was only afterwards that the Silence came. The end itself has disappeared...

He suddenly felt a pain that was as violent as if it were real. Existence, similar to the stucco angel whose extremities meet in a curved mirror, comes back, almost by necessity, to a state of radicality and silence. The ideal existence is the one that lasts long enough to come back to this point of origin. Those who forge straight ahead will never know where they have come from.

If their own duplicity deserts human beings, then the roles are reversed: it is the machine that goes gaga, that falters and becomes perverse, diabolic, ventriloquous. The duplicity merrily goes over to the other side. If subjective irony disappears - and it disappears in the play of the digital- then irony becomes objective. Or it becomes silence.

The silence of metaphor accompanies the act of cruelty, as for example with the cannibalistic Japanese who moved directly from the metaphor of love to devouring that marvellous Dutch girl. Or the woman who made a present of her eye to the man who said he was so in love with her gaze. The effacement of metaphor is characteristic of the object and its cruelty. Words are left with only a literal, material tenor. They are no longer signs in a language. This is the silence of pure objectality.

Elisabeth would slip a coat on over her nightdress and sink down in a dream, one elbow on the table, her hand propping her cheek, in a pose reminiscent of some allegorical female figure, symbolizing Science, or Agriculture, or the Seasons. Paul lolled beside her, sketchily attired. They ate silently, like strolling players taking a rest between performances.

Bresson est à part dans ce métier terrible. Il s'exprime cinématographiquement comme un poète par la plume. Vaste est l'obstacle entre sa noblesse, son silence, son sérieux, ses rêves et tout un monde où ils passent pour de l'hésitation et de la manie.

Nothing weighs on us so heavily as a secret.

War and death can silence the strongest of men.

Rochelle went silent again. It was interesting, I thought. I resolved to be more like this, myself: not to speak until I was ready. Obviously, people waited for you.