Quotes About Silence

Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis, words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort to wrap our puny little brains around their underlying natures, when ninety-nine percent of the time the totality of the reality is an entirely different beast. The wisest man is the silent one. Examine his actions. Judge him by them.

A person is master to those words they don't say, and slave to the ones they do.

Life is one live it, express it, sustain it and survive it with dignity, and think about it, atleast once in the silence.

One of the lessons of history is that nothing is often a good thing to do and always a clever thing to say.

Sometimes just being there means more than saying anything at all.

Silence doesn't always mean yes, sometimes it means; I'm tried of explaining to people who don't even care to understand.

Pois a posse do que se ama é uma alegria ainda maior do que o amor. Muitas vezes os que escondem de todos essa posse, só o fazem pelo medo de que o objeto amado lhes seja roubado. E a felicidade deles fica diminuída por aquela prudência de calar.

Love?" she had once replied to a pretentious lady who had asked for her views on love, "I make it often but I never talk about it." When

De liefde? Die bedrijf ik vaak maar ik spreek er nooit over. (Mme de Villeparisis in 'De kant van Guermantes'.

Despite the heavy, motionless silence of the hawthorns, these gusts of fragrance came to me like the murmuring of an intense vitality, with which the whole altar was quivering like a roadside hedge explored by living antennae, of which I was reminded by seeing some stamens, almost red in colour, which seemed to have kept the springtime virulence, the irritant power of stinging insects now transmuted into flowers.

The words Gisèle's eyes promised would be spoken to me as soon as Albertine left us alone together were not to be uttered,

there comes in all lives a time, towards which you still have far to go, when the weary eyes can endure but one kind of light, the light which a fine evening like this prepares for us in the stillroom of darkness, when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes through the flute of silence.

Things seemed frozen in silent attention so as not to disturb the moonlight which, duplicating and distancing each thing by extending its shadow before it, denser and more concrete than itself, had at once thinned and enlarged the landscape like a map that had been folded and was now opened out.

as of discussing the nature of love with her novelists and philosophers. "Love?" she had once replied to a pushing lady who had asked her: "What are your views on love?"—"Love? I make it, constantly, but I never talk about it.

Painful recollections are always of the dead. And the dead decompose rapidly, and there remains the beauty of nature, silence, the purity of air.

Authentic art does not proclaim itself for it is achieved in silence.

She remembered all the years in which my grandmother and she had refrained from speaking to me about my work and the need for a healthier way of life which, I used to say, the agitation into which their exhortations threw me alone prevented me from beginning, and which, notwithstanding their obedient silence, I had failed to pursue.

It has been said that silence is a force; in another and widely different sense it is a tremendous force in the hands of those who are loved.

Nothing so tempts us to approach another person as what is keeping us apart; and what barrier is so insurmountable as silence? It has been said also that silence is torture, capable of goading to madness the man who is condemned to it in a prison cell. But what an even greater torture than that of having to keep silence it is to have to endure the silence of the person one loves!

Matote, gyvenime, mano berniuk, ateina toksai laikas, <...>, kai pavargusios akys nebepakelia kitos šviesos tik t?, kuri? graži naktis, kaip šiandien, sukuria ir skleidžia kartu su tamsa, kai ausys nebegali klausytis kitos muzikos, o tik m?nesienos, grojan?ios tylos fleita.

Love? I make it often, but I never talk about it.

The words that passed between the girls of the little band and myself were not of any interest; they were, moreover, but few, broken by long spells of silence on my part. All of which did not prevent me from finding, in listening to them when the spoke to me, as much pleasure as in gazing at them, in discovering in the voice of each one of them a brightly colored picture. It was with ecstasy that I caught their pipings.

The words that passed between the girls of the little band and myself were not of any interest; they were, moreover, but few, broken by long spells of silence on my part. All of which did not prevent me from finding, in listening to them when they spoke to me, as much pleasure as in gazing at them, in discovering in the voice of each one of them a brightly colored picture. It was with ecstasy that I caught their pipings.

My mother, torn between her love for my father and her hope that I might turn out to have brains, preserved an impartiality which she expressed by silence.