Quotes About Silence

O t?cere des?vârÅŸit? te îndeamn? la tristeÈ›e, e ca o icoan? a morÈ›ii.

Hükümdar ya da yasac? olsayd?m, ne demek gerektiÄŸini söyleyip vaktimi boÅŸuna harcamaz, ya yapaca??m? yapar ya da susard?m.

She flicked off the TV.

She found her very pale and very still, all the life gone out of her.

It had taken me twenty-five years to reach the point where I could talk openly about Manzanar

But the positive thoughts would give way to negative thoughts, and the negative thoughts seemed to swoop into her mind the way a big flock of black crows takes over the landscape, sitting thick in the trees and on the fence rails and lawns, staring at you in ominous silence.

But the positive thoughts would give away to negative thoughts, and the negative thoughts seemed to swoop into her mind the way a big flock of black crows takes over the landscape, sitting thick in the trees and on the fence rails and lawns, staring at you in ominous silence.

Ha! to forget. How childish! I feel you in my bones. Your silence screams in my ears. You may nail your mouth shut, you may cut out your tongue, can you keep yourself from existing? Will you stop your thoughts.

Be quiet! Anyone can spit in my face, and call me a criminal and a prostitute. But no one has the right to judge my remorse.

What's done at night belongs to the night. In the daytime you don't talk about it.

Tuesday: Nothing. Existed.

What would you expect to find when the muzzle that has silenced the voices of black men is removed? That they would chant your praises? Did you think that when those heads that our fathers had forcibly bowed down to the ground were raised again, you would find adoration in their eyes?

Only he who knows how to speak can be silent.

Everything is silent again: but it isn't the same silence. It's raining: tapping lightly against the frosted glass windows; if there are any more masked children in the street, the rain is going to spoil their cardboard masks.

We stay silent for a moment. Evening is coming on; I can hardly make out the pale spot of her face. Her black dress melts with the shadow which floods the room. I pick up my cup mechanically, there's a little tea left in it and I bring it to my lips. The tea is cold. I want to smoke but I don't dare. I have the terrible feeling that we have nothing more to say to one another.

To forget about the others? How utterly absurd! I feel you there, in every pore. Your silence clamors in my ears. You can nail up your mouth, cut your tongue out - but you can't prevent your being there.

a man is more of a man because of what he does not say than what he does say.

Everybody shut up. Let us work.

The thing with me, I can't talk about my work. I find it very difficult.

If you have any problems at all, don't hesitate to shut up.

I wanted to be a doctor that I might be able to work without having to talk because for years I had been giving myself out in words.

Go around with your eyes like a camera. Don't lose it by talking. Go and listen. And work!

You must treat a work of art like a great man: stand before it and wait patiently till it deigns to speak.

My work consists of two parts: of the one which is here, and of everything which I have not written. And precisely this second part is the important one.