Quotes About Silence

I wish to learn silence from the dark woods, the unused middle rooms, from the girls in their white dresses,

But in the secret history of anger--one man's silence / lives in the bodies of others.

One would think of a boy laying syllables with his tongue onto a woman's skin: those are lines sewn entirely of silence.

The deaf don't believe in silence. Silence is the invention of the hearing.

What is silence? Something of the sky in us.

She scrubs me until I spit soapy water. Pig, she smiles. A man should smell better than his country— such is the silence of a woman who speaks against silence, knowing silence moves us to speak. She throws my shoes and glasses in the air, I am of deaf people and I have no country but a bathtub and an infant and a marriage bed! Soaping together is sacred to us. Washing each other's shoulders. You can fuck anyone—but with whom can you sit in water?

Watch, God— deaf have something to tell that not even they can hear.

Be courageous, we say, but no one is courageous, as a sound we do not hear lifts the birds off the water.

In these avenues, deafness is our only barricade.

??i s?ng h?nh phúc là má»™t ??i s?ng câm l?ng...

No escribo, luego no soy.

Writers sometimes cast themselves into the most profound depths of despair in order to master it and move on. A person's true means of expression is his life. Living the shame of life and maintaining silence, that was the greatest accomplishment of all.

It is truly jarring to Japanese ears to hear the most sacred words, the most secret heart experiences, thrown out in promiscuous audiences. "Dost thou feel the soil of thy soul stirred with tender thoughts? It is time for seeds to sprout. Disturb it not with speech; but let it work alone in quietness and secrecy," writes a young samurai in his diary.

Only Fools made the sound

I think of you, of the lake, of the city, of the burning days on the shore, in the sand, of the shadowy paths, of the musical breath of the air. The water is quiet, blue, I'd like to lie in a boat in the reeds, I don't want to speak, everything around me will tell you what I'm sensing.

It's a very old wall, a very strong wall, from which no one can fall, which no one can break open, from which nothing can ever be heard again.

For in his presence I grow silent, because the smallest words — yes, now, well, and, but, then, oh! — are so loaded, coming from me to him they have a hundred times their meaning

A quien nunca se quedó sin palabras, y yo os lo digo, quien sólo sabe ayudarse a sí mismo, con las palabras, a éste no se le puede ayudar. Ni por el camino corto ni por el largo. Hacer sostenible una única frase, aguantar el dig-dong de las palabras. Nadie escriba esta frase que no la firma.

Denn heute ist ein Wort, das nur Selbstmörder verwenden dürften [...]

It's a very old wall, a very strong wall, a very strong wall, from which no one can fall, which no one can break open, from which nothing can ever be heard again.

And everything stayed unsaid.

Ald?rm?yorum, geliÅŸigüzel, ya, öyle mi, diyorum, çünkü birbirimize söylediÄŸimiz say?l? ÅŸeylerle, ona gerçekten söylemek istediÄŸim aras?nda bir hava boÅŸluÄŸu var; istediÄŸim ona her ÅŸeyi söylemek, ama tek yapt???m burada oturmak...

When Jesus was nailed to the cross and hung there in torment - he cried out "God, my God! Why hast thou forsaken me?" He cried out as loud as he could. He thought that his heavenly father had abandoned him. He believed everything he'd ever preached was a lie. The moments before he died, Christ was seized by doubt. Surely that must have been his greatest hardship? God's silence.

Sometimes I go for days without speaking to a soul. I think, "I should make that call", but I put it off. Because there's something pleasurable about not talking. But then I love talking, so it's not that. But sometimes it can be nice. It's not like I sit here philosophizing, because I've no talent for that. It's just this thing about silence that's so wonderful.