Quotes About Silence

No iron can pierce the human heart as chillingly as a full stop placed at the right time.

Truth is the offspring of silence and meditation. I keep the subject constantly before me and wait 'til the first dawnings open slowly, by little and little, into a full and clear light.

A world without music is just a world full of noises that don't make sense.

Ich sage kein einziges Wort. Mein Gesicht ist aus Glas und ich wünsche mir, dass sich jemand daran schneidet.

Silence before being born, silence after death: life is nothing but noise between two unfathomable silences.

shut the door behind u...........

My teeth became sour as I listened to his story. It was then that I understood why he was quiet all the time.

I am always quiet so that I know what to say when I must speak.

She sat quietly in one corner of the sofa, the end of her sari drawn modestly over her hair. Like the motionless illusion of a madly spinning top, she was staring vacantly into space.

Fools blow air out of their mouths as often as their bums, and either way it causes a stink and comes to nothing.

Speak less and say more

The short story form allows evocation, suggestion, implication. Its potency often lies in what it does not say.

The things that the novel does not say are necessarily more numerous than those it does say and only a special halo around what is written can give the illusion that you are reading also what is not written.

You walk for days among trees and among stones. Rarely does the eye light on a thing, and then only when it has recognized that thing as the sign of another thing: a print in the sand indicates the tiger's passage; a marsh announces a vein of water; the hibiscus flower, the end of winter. All the rest is silent and interchangeable; trees and stones are only what they are.

Every silence consists of the network of minuscule sounds that enfolds it." - from "The Adventure of a Poet

the cemetery is the home of those who are not here, come in.

KUBLAI: I do not know when you have had time to visit all the countries you describe to me. It seems to me you have never moved from this garden. POLO: Everything I see and do assumes meaning in a mental space where the same calm reigns as here, the same penumbra, the same silence streaked by the rustling of learn. At the moment when I concentrate and reflect, I find myself again, always, in this garden, at this hour of the evening, in your august presence.

?imdi Marcovaldo'nun uyuyabilmek için, ne oldu?unu kendisinin de pek bilmedi?i bir ?eye gereksinimi vard?, art?k gerçek, tam bir sessizlik bile yeterli olmayacakt?, sessizlikten daha yumu?ak bir dip gürültüsü, orman a?açlar?n?n ete?indeki bitkileri yalayan hafif bir meltem ya da çay?rdan f??k?rarak ak?p giden bir suyun ??r?lt?s?n? istiyordu.

POLO: Everything I see and do assumes meaning in a mental space where the same calm reigns as here, the same penumbra, the same silence streaked by the rustling of learn. At the moment when I concentrate and reflect, I find myself again, always, in this garden, at this hour of the evening, in your august presence, though I continue, without a moment's pause, moving up a river green with crocodiles or counting the barrels of salted fish being lowered into the hold.

Undertakings based on an inner tenacity have to be mute and obscure; one has only to declare or glory in them and it all appears silly, without meaning, even petty.

ma Pin non ha voglia di giocare e continua a camminare a perdifiato, con una tristezza che gli annuvola la gola.

Ascoltare qualcuno che legge ad alta voce è molto diverso che leggere in silenzio. Quando leggi, puoi fermarti o sorvolare sulle frasi: il tempo sei tu che lo decidi. Quando è un altro che legge è difficile far coincidere la tua attenzione col tempo della sua lettura: la voce va o troppo svelta o troppo piano.

Listening to someone read aloud is very different from reading in silence. When you read, you can stop or skip sentences: you are the one who sets the pace. When someone else is reading, it is difficult to make your attention coincide with the tempo of his reading: the voice goes either too fast or too slow.

The living of Laudomia frequent the house of the unborn to interrogate them: footsteps echo beneath the hollow domes; the questions are asked in silence; and it is always about themselves that the living ask, not about those who are to come.