Quotes About Silence

We don't talk, we just catch fire instead.

Allez, en avant ! Il faut que tout s'accélère. Ce soir j'en ai plus rien à foutre des rêves et de la réalité. Dormir, manger et toutes ces conneries d'être vivant, je veux plus en entre parler, fermez vos gueules, les morts, je me tire. Venez, les étoiles, je vous prends une par une ! Allez, venez vous enfoncer dans ma bouche, je suis vide, j'ai de la place. Hantez, faîtes comme chez vous ! Brillez !

Habla muy deprisa, como si el silencio la asustara.

Les silences entre les mots s'espacent, les bruits produits par mon horloge commencent à attirer son oreille. - Tu as beaucoup de succès au train fantôme, toutes les filles sont sorties le sourire aux lèvres, lâche-t-elle soudainement, décapitant l'ange qui passe.

I Lochs si estendono da una collina all'altra e misurano in modo sempre più palpabile la lontananza verso cui mi spingo. Arthur russa come una locomotiva a vapore. Anna e Luna dondolano la testa. Sembrano due sorelle siamesi. Il tic tac del mio orologio risuona nel silenzio della notte. Mi rendo conto che tutto questo piccolo mondo ripartirà senza di me.

Por costumbre, todo cuanto fuera contra la Iglesia quedaba más o menos alejado de mi vida y de la vida de todos los religiosos y religiosas. No es que no pudiéramos saber —que podíamos—, es que no queríamos; a priori, no nos gustaba escuchar este tipo de acusaciones y hacíamos oídos más o menos sordos a los escándalos anticlericales.

A lion's strength does not lie in its roar.

A loud mind is greater than a loud mouth.

Flowers do not have to speak to let you know how they feel.

The ears are better listeners than the tongue.

Your inner voice whispers, but speaks the loudest.

An old silent pond... A frog jumps into the pond, splash! Silence again.

Wintery day, On my horse A frozen shadow.

Come, let's go Snow-viewing Till we're buried.

Come, let's go snow-viewing till we're buried.

Silencio la voz de la cigarra parte las rocas

Black forest nothing you say matters it snows all morning

Suvvia, andiamo a contemplare la neve fino a cadervi dentro.

An old silent pond. Into the pond a frog jumps. Splash. Silence again.

Silence is pain. But it is a pain with an exit route. When we can't speak, we can write. When we can't write, we can read. When we can't read, we can listen. Words are seeds. Language is a way back to life. And it is sometimes the most vital comfort we have.

Noise is life. Silence is death. But now, just for this moment, silence doesn't seem so bad. It seems like a desired ending, a destination, a place where noise wants to reach.

Silence is pain. But it is a pain with an exit route. When we can't speak, we can write. When we can't write, we can read. When we can't read, we can listen. Words are seeds. Language is a way back to life. And it is sometimes the most vital comfort we have.

We're the only two people here!' 'That's not the point. It is still a library. If you are in a cathedral, you are quiet because you are in a cathedral, not because other people are there. It's the same with a library.

One thing that has remained constant, across four centuries, has been the desire for a British person to fill a silence with talk of the weather, and whenever I have lived there I was no exception to this rule.