Quotes About Silence

I am afraid you will forgive the length neither of my letter nor of my silence, and will be as much bored by the silver of the one as by the golden of the other.

I am the Love that dare not speak its name.

Thou need'st not answer; thy confession speaks, Already redd'ning in thy guilty cheeks.

By day or night, in weal or woe, That heart, no longer free, Must bear the love it cannot show, And silent ache for thee.

In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears

In matters of religion and matrimony I never give any advice because I will not have anybody's torments in this world or the next laid to my charge.

I feel sublime Then I lose ground Tripping on words That have no sound of love

We followed the Three Steps to Hearing God that I had first learned from Joy Dawson in New Zealand. First, we took Christ's authority to silence the enemy. Second, we asked the Lord to clear from our minds any presumptions and preconceived ideas. Third, we waited…believing He would speak in the way and in the time that He chose.

It was the world of the abyss, supposedly as lifeless as the earth's first midnight.

Taking a final pleasure in what the wind can neither proclaim nor destroy, I am a student of nightfall, I claim no other profession.

If you cannot bear the silence and the darkness, do not go there; if you dislike black night and yawning chasms, never make them your profession.

Myron fell silent, his mind seemingly drifting away on some sea of secret sorrow, buoyed by booze and painkillers.

The couple go still. In

taunted me with a bottle, saying they would push it up my butt. I was terrified that if I was the only one who stuck my neck out and told the truth of what we all saw, I'd be outed and worse. I honestly believed they might beat and kill me if I came forward and ratted on them and Jon and the other team members.

Maybe her father would not have been so stressed that he had a heart attack and died. Kit was so smart, her grades so good—she would have gone to university. She'd have had her self-esteem. Her life would have been different. The cops would have charged Jon and the others. But I didn't speak.

Oh, good," he muttered. "We're going to discuss it now." "No discussion," she said. Her mind was quite clear now, as though a fire had blazed through it, burning away all confusion. "It's perfectly simple. No One Must Ever Know." He came up onto one elbow and looked at her. "Do you know," he said, "I can hear those five words in italics. Capitalized.

Miss you," he said. It was the barest murmur, scarcely a sound.

She'd read in novels of people who couldn't speak because their hearts were too full and she'd always thought, Not my black heart. But now she couldn't speak, because it was too much, whatever it was.

Jared snaps his fingers. "Yeah, that's it. Rochelle. Jesus, Gunner, you know how to pick 'em. Both of them, sexy as hell and-" "Jared?" He looks up from his ice. "We best girlfriends now? Gonna chat about our love lives? You know why I hired you, man? I've been surrounded by loudmouth assholes my whole life. You were real quiet during the interview." "Got it," he says.

Being silent is like emptying the trash. When you stop tossing junk into the void—words,words,words—something important rises to the surface.

we both know in a bone-deep way that there's nothing else to say.

It's only in silence that people can truly hear themselves. ... Even great joy is sometimes best expressed through silence.

The number of family secrets is just staggering.

I want you to know, chickens aren't sexy. Not to me." This was met with silence. "Are you there?" She was slurring her words now, which was embarrassing, so she took a deep breath. "Cam? Can you hear me?" "Yes, chickens aren't sexy. Uh…I don't think they're meant to be.