Quotes About Silence

The light is satisfied only in the innermost place, where no one dwells. It is within you even deeper than you are in yourself. It is the ground of simple silence that is motionless in itself. Yet from its stillness, all things move and all things receive their life, that they may live in accordance with this reason (vernunftecliche) and be conformed to it within themselves.

When I think it's good not to say the truth, I don't say anything. I don't like actors in general, they lie, they are liars, trust me.

The depression belongs to all of us. I think of the family down the road whose mother was having a baby and they went around the neighborhood saying, "We're pregnant." I want to go around the neighborhood saying, "We're depressed." If my mum can't get out of bed in the morning, all of us feel the same. Her silence has become ours, and it's eating us alive.

Then he holds her and for a moment I hear total silence; that totally silent part of a cry that announces that the most horrible grief is going to follow. And it does, and he's muffling it, but I can hear and I want someone to come over and jab her with a sedative because its pitch pierces my soul.

women are elephants and watch the way you say that in front of them because they'll think you're calling them fat and there's no coming back from that moment. But they hoard. They say they don't, but they do. We think that if something's not spoken about again, it goes away. It doesn't. Nothing goes away just like that...

Silence is not just about secrecy, Your Majesty. It is grief and it is shame.

And I hear nothing because it's like the volume button has been turned down on our lives and nobody has anything to say anymore." "I want to be an adjective again. But I am a noun.

Do you miss being friends with Santangelo?" I ask her after the lights are out and we're almost asleep. "What makes you think were friends?" "Everything." I hear her yawn. "Being enemies with him is better." she tells me. There's a long pause and I think she's going to say something more but she doesn't and it's just silence for a long while.

When one is silent, those around speak even more, my lord.

The silence accentuates the beauty of him. The beauty of this first boy of theirs.

Froi noticed that she said "carrying mine," not "carrying you." Lirah and Gargarin still had not acknowledged him as theirs, and he realized that he wanted more from them than they were willing to give. But they seemed broken people who were not good with words, so he kept his silence.

The depression belongs to all of us. I think of the family down the road whose mother was having a baby and they went around the neighborhood saying, "We're pregnant." I want to go around the neighborhood saying, "We're depressed." If my mum can't get out of bed in the morning, all of us feel the same. Her silence has become ours, and it's eating us alive.

Words are intimacy she won't allow and he would not dare ask for.

In his time since Sarnak, Froi had come to learn as much about the power of silence as the power of words.

I still don't say anything. I want to but I can't. I want to explain everything that's going on in my head but I can't find the words

Jimmy's wedding day is literally the best day of his life. He hasn't had many of those, so he's able to differentiate. After the barbecue is lit, he holds Rosie's hand and they watch it all in silence. And like always, Jimmy is amazed by the kindness of strangers.

It was strange to have his parents needing something from him. Something this big. In the past, they needed silence from him if he was making a racket. They needed him to apply himself. "I need you to be sensible, Tom." But not this need. Not the need to make everything right.

Just ask me how I'm feeling," I want to say. "Just ask and I may tell you." But no one does.

Working with them was tough at first, because the Mackees were dealing with their own shit, and most times it was Jimmy who did the talking. Mackee's dad later wrote to say that Jimmy had filled in the silence for them, and it made all the difference

nd then their voices stopped and their souls stood still and they cease being who they had been

For there's nothing to say when you're dead to the world.

When one is silent, those around speak even more

all he needed to act. One man down. Then two. The daggers silent

But no one came back