Quotes About Silence

I feel like God is waiting to see if I am waiting. If he just flooded in with answers and guidance right now, I would not have changed; I would not have learned to wait and trust without the answers and without a road map for the future. So I'm kind of glad that God was silent, because I actually want to wait; I want to prove my mettle to God. I don't necessarily want ease and instant anything any more.

I didn't know what to say, but one thing was for sure: The Bank of Ted was closed.

Providing a minute or two of silence between questions allows deeply restorative physiological cycles to engage.

The "talking cure" for trauma survivors should give way to the unspoken voice of the silent, but strikingly powerful, bodily expressions as they surface to "sound off" on behalf of the wisdom of the deeper self.

Sometimes the silences, the gaps, tell us more than anything else.

Bush felt fortified in his resolve when he stopped by Rice's office one day that week while she was meeting with Elie Wiesel, the famed Holocaust survivor. Bush had just read Michael Beschloss's book The Conquerors, about how Franklin Roosevelt and other leaders failed to act to stop the Holocaust. "I'm against silence," Wiesel told him. "I'm against neutrality because it doesn't ever help the victim. It helps the aggressor.

mean anything." She seemed subdued, sad.

And by attempting to explain everything, even as it recognizes that this is impossible since the very principles of explanation are themselves obscure. Balzac necessarily ends up like Scheherazade, telling stories night after night to stave off the silence of the end.

There is no resting place; you have to keeping trying to get it all down on the page. Silence threatens: as for Balzac's fictional Dante, writing is a constant skirmish with nothingness.

I found the idea of being a librarian very appealing--working in a place where people had to whisper and only speak when necessary. If only the world were like that!

Seventeenth-century philosopher Blaise Pascal wrote: "The eternal silence of the infinite spaces terrifies me.

Thomas Merton's Thoughts in Solitude.

With all due respect to Israel's primo king, David and I are not on the same page here. I'm more with the seventeenth-century philosopher Blaise Pascal, who lived when modern science was coming into its own, and who had public nervous breakdowns in his Pensées such as: "The eternal silence of these infinite spaces terrifies me.

The most important thing in communication is to hear what isn't being said.

The most important thing in communication is to hear what isn't being said.

At night in the town's countryside, you could just about feel and hear everything, but without using lamps, it was impossible to see anything other than shadows

Keep my word' is such a strange expression. At first glance, it just means 'Be true to what you agreed on. But it could also mean, 'Hold your words back.' Keep them in. Let your actions speak instead.

It's not her fault,' she said. 'Nobody knows how to grieve in this country. They don't make any noise. Nobody taught them how. I don't want to be that way.

When you let your mind go blank,' he said, 'or when you stop talking for a long time, something happens. Time becomes different. It goes away. It doesn't come back until you start to say something.

I sit there in total silence. It's always interesting to leave Europeans in silence. For them it's a vacuum in which the tension grows and converges toward the intolerable.

Attacking Jews was of far greater importance to the Nazis than defending them was to other Germans, so most such people decided that discretion was the better part of valor and said nothing.

Dusk was moving over the water with a stillness that turned half the world to glass. The wall of mountains had gone to shadow as had the reflections at their feet. In the stillness the rings of rising trout appeared like raindrops. Slowly, in silence, the dark water tilted away from the remaining daylight.

Tonight—it is still night, though barely—I don't say a word, because tonight I am watching myself a little and I have always despised the sentimental, maybe because it is a familiar weakness.

other in a key inaudible, usually, to the human ear. But probably you could hear it. Sometimes. If you quieted the pulse of your own blood. A rhythmic keening at the edge of sound. Wynn thought that if wolves sang, and coyotes, and elk and birds, and wind, and we, too, it was probably