Quotes About Silence

The air was still, like a held breath.

wouldn't talk to you." Cork

It's so quiet you can hear the dark sliding down the sky.

Some people lived with dark secrets all their lives...

TRADITIONALLY THE ANISHINAABE were a quiet people. Before the whites came, they lived in the silence of great woods and more often than not, the voices they heard were not human. The wind spoke. The water sang. All sound had purpose. When an Anishinaabe approached the wigwam of another, he respectfully made noise to announce his coming. Thunder, therefore, was the respectful way of the storm in announcing its approach. Spirit and purpose in all things. For all creation, respect.

over our house. My mother became nearly mute and more often than not the only sound from her was weeping. She kept the curtains drawn so that it felt as if permanent night had fallen. Never much concerned anyway with her mundane domestic duties she completely stopped cooking and cleaning and sat for hours in the quiet dark of the living room. She was flesh without spirit, eyes without sight. It felt as

You don't say much," she said, "and you're careful about what you do say. That is good. Stay that way. It will keep you alive.

The men who rule have practiced keepin' their tongues still, not exercisin' them. So you want to drop the orator idea unless you mean to go into politics just to perform the skyrocket act.

Somewhere she had learned that if an interviewer remains silent, the interviewee will rush to fill the silence.

I don't want you to say anything. I want you to listen. You know, being confident isn't the same as being right.

What about you, Mr. Glover. The smartest man in the room is usually the quietest. What do you think about all this?" "I think you killed your wife.

I did not speak. I have found in any Q&A, in court, in witness interviews, wherever, often the best thing you can do is wait, say nothing. The witness will want to fill the awkward silence. He will feel a vague compassion to keep talking, to prove he is not holding back, to prove he is smart and in the know, to earn your trust.

Modern man is the Cosmic Orphan because he has killed God. And, by doing so, he has reduced himself to an accident of nature. When he asks, Why? his cry is lost in the silence of the recesses of space. When he dies, he dies without hope. Thus, in killing God, modern man has killed himself as well.

Everyone has something to teach you, Duddleman, if you can bear to stay quiet enough to listen.

What's the matter?" said the foul old man. "Birdie got your tongue?

Dick and Tot walked down the lane together, deep in a conversation of silence.

In the silence of her nonanswer, I considered the possibility that I was a very boring person. Who else but a boring person would utter such meaningless trifles? If a brilliant pig, the prodigy of the barnyard, spent his entire life learning Russian, and on finally becoming proficient the first words he heard were my own, he would wonder why he had wasted his best years when he could have been lolling in the mud, eating slop with the other dumb beasts.

Ah, the farmer, he kicks the first sack, 'Meow,' and so on. He kicks the second sack, and the boy inside says, 'Woof!' Pretending to be—" Kolya pointed at me to finish the sentence. "A cow." "A dog. When he kicks the third sack, the boy inside says, 'Potatoes!' " We walked in silence. "Well," said Kolya at last, "other people think it's funny." On

So many die without our caring, decline to silence in rooms beyond hearing. We honor the dead and abhor the dying. - from the story "De Composition

Kata-kata yang ingin kau ucapkan sekarang... Jangan katakan. Dan itu, sobatku, adalah rahasia panjang umur.

Those words you want to say right now? Don't say them." He smiled and cuffed my cheek with something close to real affection. "And that, my friend, is the secret to living a long life.

It is possible to have a complex human relationship without words

So quiet that house was in the night, so quiet all the other little homes around it were that held the elderly in them and the old alone or still in couples sleeping early, waking, lying awake and thinking about the past. So much past every night in the silence settling over those houses that all looked much the same on a hillside creeping up against the rock and gorse and tipping down to the river where it widened, widened and ended in the sea.

In the night, in the utter silence of the nights among those little houses where old people live, she felt him leave the bed and in the pitch-black reach his dressing gown and leave the room. She let him go. How it troubled her, all this. Not much to ask, peace of mind at nights and a bit of ordinary cheerfulness in the day, some conversation, something to laugh about and doing nobody any harm. And not all this. A slit of light came on under the bedroom door.