Quotes About Silence

You never read about the real pain. It lives where no word can travel.

The true poem rests between the words.

a white formless bundle moves over the clear heaven constantly with all its strength it rocks side to side tied crosswise with green string and so prepares its step constantly struggling it falls on to uncaring soil of heaven and so marks time above it one star keeps silence below it another star silence to its right an old sun philosopjizes to its left a young moon prattles why doesnt it jut calm down for once the good natured thunder from the clear heaven will certainly unite it

Napolje iz moga zazidanog beskraja Iz zvezdanog kola oko moga srca Iz moga zalogaja sunca Napolje iz smešnog mora moje krvi Iz moje plime iz moje oseke Napolje iz mog ?utanja na suvom Napolje rekao sam napolje

Your next move is not a public issue. Don't poster it everywhere. Just Plan and execute with extreme silence.

Het gedreun van de kanonnen in de verte was eerder te voelen dan te horen; nu en dan trok er een rilling door de aarde, was er een vibratie die werd meegevoerd door de wind, terwijl ik op dat moment niets hoorde.

Have you ever seen the dawn? Not a dawn groggy with lack of sleep or hectic with mindless obligations and you about to rush off on an early adventure or business, but full of deep silence and absolute clarity of perception? A dawning which you truly observe, degree by degree. It is the most amazing moment of birth. And more than anything it can spur you to action. Have a burning day.

Q: Why do I love thee, O Night? A: Because you know I will never answer.

Certes, sous les silences d'antan, -comme, sous la calme surface des eaux, la mêlée des bêtes dans la mer, -je sentais bien grouiller la vie sous-marine des sentiments cachés, des désirs et des pensées qui se nient et qui luttent.

A vast black sleep falls over my life sleep, all hope sleep, all desire.

The true way of knowing yourself includes neither self-praise nor self-blame, but only a wise silence.

That profound darkness where weeping doesn't exist.

You are the calling of lovers, the signals that silently appeal to one another in the dark. Sky with rubbed out stars, you give yourself, like a warm field, to these noiseless wings.

Como aquel que no puede decir lo que quiere enterrado al fondo de su raza.

Ojo por ojo. Ojo por ojo como hostia por hostia Ojo árbol Ojo pájaro Ojo río Ojo montaña Ojo mar Ojo tierra Ojo luna Ojo cielo Ojo silencio Ojo soledad por ojo ausencia Ojo dolor por ojo risa

God doesn't compete with the clamor and white noise of our busy lives. He beckons us to come before Him in silence. He wants our full, undivided attention. He wants us to cultivate space in our days to lay ourselves at His feet and breathe. He calls us to be still, or as another translation (NASB) says, "Cease striving.

So much to say, yet no words would ever be enough.

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent

No one keeps a secret so well as a child

The clouds, — the only birds that never sleep.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

If I speak, I am condemned. If I stay silent, I am damned!

Kiril Roublev glissa, à longues enjambées sur ses skis, jusqu'à a la station suivante, le long de bois silencieux où l'obscurité semblait naître à ras de terre ainsi qu'une brume insaisissable. Un mince croissant de lune bleu terriblement effilé, épousant la forme d'une gorge idéale, monta dans la nuit. Roublev pensa: Vilaine lune. La peur vient tout à fait comme la nuit.

If you saw my poems today, I hope you could see that I heard you even though you couldn't hear me. I have tried to write shorter + shorter + denser + denser + louder + louder poems. They have become so loud that each night I fold them into origamic cigarettes and smoke them so they'll blow away.