Quotes About Silence

When you win, say nothing, when you lose say less.

With a changing key, you unlock the house where the snow of what's silenced drifts. Just like the blood that bursts from Your eye or mouth or ear, so your key changes. Changing your key changes the word That may drift with flakes. Just like the wind that rebuffs you, Clenched round your word is the snow.

no one bears witness for the witness

Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss. But it had to go through its own lack of answers, through terrifying silence, through the thousand darknesses of murderous speech. It went through. It gave me no words for what was happening, but went through it. Went through and could resurface, 'enriched' by it all.

And the too much of my speaking: heaped up round the little crystal dressed in the style of your silence.

J'entends Des mots Rapides, uniques, Sans lèvres, sans son, sans sens, Tels que ceux formés par l'esprit qui rêve. Ce lieu n'est point vide, mais il est plein d'âmes.

By calling something a secret, we state our right not to reveal, to maintain privacy.

There is greater comfort in the substance of silence than in the answer to a question

No one has ever been able to discover how they make this subtle sound, and what is more, no one ever will. It is a secret that has endured from the very beginning of the time of cats and will never be revealed.

our lietenants knew those splotches in the rafters / were splotches of gangrene and gore / and opportunity was "rife" rather than "ripe." / The rank and file had fallen silent / since we'd held out the idea of heaver or the hereafter.

Nobody knows how to just shut the fuck up and look out the window anymore.

I'd never actually talked to a deaf person before but I'd been swimming and gotten water stuck in my ears lots of times, felt that underwater silence as I shook my head and watched people's mouths moving without hearing the words, so I knew what it was like for her. I could empathize.

Kumar was a man who felt in the end he had lost everything, even his Englishness, and could then only meet every situation—even the most painful—in silence, in the hope that out of it he would dredge back up some self-respect.

She wanted to ask, How long? A year? Less more? Any time? But she had lived long enough to know that you did not ask questions to which there were no answers and which you didn't want answered.

Okay. But don't talk to anyone. No writing. No pictures. These people don't want their faces shown.

after the town of Tehuacán into the heights of the rocky past, not a person in sight, the summits of these nameless mountains looking scalded and bare and terrifying in their flinty emptiness.

the way a backyard might look from a high window in the deep of winter: a skeleton of the world, a tract of abandonment, objects dead and obsolete.

the susurrus slowly dying away to a vibrant silence.

The hardest thing was simply to speak.

From now on the only times you will open your mouth here in the presence of a man will be to cry out or to caress." So

Pero nada le ayudaba tanto como el silencio, excepto las cadenas. Las cadenas y el silencio, que hubieran debido atarla al fondo de sí misma, ahogarla, estrangularla, por el contrario la liberaban.

Él era demasiado joven para saber el impudor que hay en la inmovilidad y el silencio.

Que son cinco minutos de agonia, a cambio de una eternidad en silencio.

Love doesn't need to be discussed; it has its own voice and speaks for itself.