Quotes About Silence

There is no street with mute stones and no house without echoes. —Góngora

If you have to help a person die, say nothing. Let the police do their own sleuthing.

My message to the international community is that our silence and complicity especially on the situation in Gaza shames us all. It is almost like the behaviour of the military junta in Burma

I think it was a communication of the heart. When we kept quiet, our hearts discovered that they were kindred spirits.

A young man is afraid of his demon and pulls his hand over the demon's mouth sometimes and speaks for him.

Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.

Go to bed, Tom, he managed to say. Don't wake me in the morning. I plan to be dead.

Will you bloody say something? I demanded at last, in a voice that shook oiliv a little. His mouth opened, but no words came out. He shook his head slowly from side to side. Jesus, he whispered at last.

I listen," she said simply. "To what folk say—and what they don't.

He paused by the window, looking up into a lavender sky, fingers pressed against the icy glass. No stars tonight; the snowflakes came down out of the dark, rushing towards him, endless, uncountable. Silent, too, but not like the stars. Falling snow whispered secrets to itself. "And you are a fanciful idiot," he said outloud.

But we do not fear silence, for often God speaks loudest in the quiet of our hearts." And

A strange thought occurs to me. There is of course no point of similarity between yourself and Stapleton in terms of circumstance or character. And yet there is one peculiar commonality. Both you and Stapleton know. And for your separate reasons, cannot or will not speak of it to anyone. The odd result of this is that I feel quite free in the company of either one of you, in a way that I cannot be free with any other man.

I found the rooted silence, rushing stream, and rustling leaves balm to the spirit.

When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

Your husband should tan ye, woman," said an austere voice from the blackness under a tree. "St. Paul says 'Let a woman be silent, and—' " "You can mind your own bloody business," I snarled, sweat dripping behind my ears, "and so can St. Paul.

Kalbin sesi, dudaklardan dökülen herhangi bir yeminden çok daha gürültülüdür.

But we do not fear silence, for often God speaks loudest in the quiet of our hearts.

Nothing moved on the surface but faint coruscations of starlight, caught like fireflies in a spider's web.

mouth worked a little, but he shook his head. "I Ã¢â'¬Â¦ no. Perhaps 

I had turned the earth in my garden the day before, planting the winter seeds to sleep and swell, to dream their buried birth. Now is the time when we reenter the womb of the world, dreaming the dreams of snow and silence.

Denn wo Liebe ist, sind Worte überflüssig. Liebe ist alles. Sie ist unvergänglich. Und sie ist genug.

the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.

St Paul says "Let a woman be silent, and –"' 'You can mind your own bloody business,' I snarled, sweat dripping behind my ears, 'and so can St Paul.

They had learned not to expect him to talk until he had shaved; words came hard after a month's solitude. Not that he could think of nothing to say; it was more that the words inside formed a logjam in his throat, battling each other to get out in the short time he had. He needed those few minutes of careful grooming to pick and choose, what he would say first and to whom.