Quotes About Silence

sound of snipping growing softer outside the window, Leo

Réchauffe ta parole avant de la dire. Parle dans ton cœur. Savoir parler c'est savoir retenir sa parole. Parler vraiment c'est d'abord astiquer du silence. Le vrai silence est un endroit de La Parole. Écoute les vrais Conteurs.

from the word you build the village, but from silence you construct the world.

I'm a hopeless conversationalist. I'd always rather listen.

Small talk allows us to have entire conversations where a lot is said, but at the same time, nothing at all is said.

Si alguien con quien interactúas responde a tus preguntas felizmente pero no toma un descanso para preguntar cómo estás, entonces ese alguien debe callarse un poco. Si ese alguien eres tú, tú eres quien debe callarse.

A tissue of small sounds filled the room, a bird, a clock, a voice from another garden. What we call silence.

Solitude is a terrible thing, for it permits the imagination to picture, in detail, that which perhaps should never be articulated.

Di solito vogliono che tu tenga la bocca chiusa, a volte pretendono che gridi, e si aspettano che tu sappia la differenza. Era questo che trovava buffo.

Ever since, the Paris wherein I have tried to retrace her steps has remained as silent and deserted as it was on that day. I walk through empty streets. For me, they are always empty, even at dusk, during the rush hour, when the crowds are hurrying towards the mouths of the métro. I think of her in spite of myself, sensing an echo of her presence in this neighborhood or that.

One should never expect anyone to reply to one's questions.

We discover, often too late to talk to him about it, an episode from his life that a loved one has concealed from you. Has he really hidden it from you? He has forgotten, or more likely, over time, he no longer thinks about it. Or, quite simply, he can't find the words.

Depuis, le Paris où j'ai tenté de retrouver sa trace est demeuré aussi désert et silencieux que ce jour-là. Je marche à travers les rues vides. Pour moi, elles le restent, même le soir, à l'heure des embouteillages, quand les gens se pressent vers les bouches de métro. Je ne peux pas m'empêcher de penser à elle et de sentir un écho de sa présence dans certains quartiers.

There are blanks in a life, but also sometimes what they call a refrain. For periods of varying length, you don't hear this refrain, as if you've forgotten it.

Unless the line of a life, once it has reached its term, purges itself of all its useless and decorative elements. In which case, all that remains is the essential: the blanks, the silences and the pauses.

Farther up, in the recess formed by the palace wing, was a clock. And behind that clock, the cell of the Prisoner of Zenda. No stroller in the Carrousel gardens ventured down that alley. We spent entire afternoons playing amid the broken birdbaths and statues, the stones and dead leaves. The hands of the clock never moved. They forever struck five-thirty. Those immobile hands enveloped us in a deep, soothing silence. We only had to stay in the alley and nothing would ever change.

We live at the mercy of certain silences. We have all known things about each other for a long time. So we try to avoid each other. It would be for the best, of course, if none of us were ever to see each other again.

Et quand elle se mêlait aux autres, elle n'attirait pas non plus l'attention. Elle demeurait silencieuse et réservée et se contentait d'écouter.

Son seres que dejan pocas huellas tras de sí. Personas casi anónimas. Nunca se alejan de ciertas calles de París, de ciertos paisajes de suburbio donde descubrí, por casualidad que habían vivido. Lo que se sabe de ellas se resume en una simple dirección. Y esta precisión topográfica contrasta con todo lo que se igonrará para siempre de su vida... ese vacío, ese bloque de desconocimiento y silencio.

You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

The Noise is a man unfiltered, and without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.

Four lines, and the world went quiet. I'm sorry for telling everyone about your mum , read the first line. I miss being your friend , read the second. Are you okay? read the third. I see you , read the fourth, with the I underlined about a hundred times.

Worst is the one who knows better and does nothing.

And then his noise falls completely silent- And he stops struggling- And looking right into my eyes- He dies. My Todd dies.