Quotes About Silence

most people are perfectly afraid of silence

n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s

Let's live suddenly without thinking. Let's live like the light that kills. And let's as silence, because Whirl's after all: (after me) love, and after you. I occasionally feel vague how vague I don't know tenuous Now - spears and The Then - arrows making do our mouths, something red, something tall.

up into the the silence the green silence with a white earth in it you will (kiss me)go out into the morning the young morning with a warm world in it (kiss me)you will go on into the sunlight the fine sunlight with a firm day in it you will go(kiss me down into your memory and a memory and memory i) kiss me,(will go)

Now is the time when all occasional things close into silence.

the ponderous ferocity of silence….

5 n w O h S LoW h myGODye s s

O still miraculous May!O shining girl of time untarnished!O small intimate gently primeval hands,frivolous feet divine!O singular and breathless pearl! O indefinable frail ultimate pose! O visible beatitude sweet sweet intolerable!silence immaculate of god's evasive audible great rose!

ve aÄŸaçlar direnir: aÄŸaçlar direnir. AÄŸaçlar, birden bekleye durur ay?n yüzüne kar??.

lovers like rej and lena smile(while looming darkly a kindness of fragrance opens around them)and whisper their joy under entirely the coming quitenotimaginable silenceofsound

truth is, I just shrug and soldier on. As kind as I am, as well-meaning and helpful as I try to be, I have no feelings finally, for good or ill. In the depths of my being, no matter what happens, I am left cold, impenetrable to remorse, to grief, to happiness, though I can pretend well enough even to the point of fooling myself. I am trying to say I am finally, terribly, unfeeling. My soul resides in a still, deep, beautiful, emotionless, calm cold pond of silence.

Branwell told a cruel lie in silence.

Something made me pull sounds out of my silence...

Listen. This is the noise of myth. It makes the same sound as shadow. Can you hear it?

I entered my reading the way an echo enters a sound.

Can you look without the voice in your head commenting, drawing conclusions, comparing, or trying to figure something out?

Space and silence are two aspects of the same thing. The same no-thing. They are externalization of inner space and inner silence, which is stillness: the infinitely creative womb of all existence.

All true artists, whether they know it or not, create from a place of no-mind, from inner stillness

True intelligence operates silently. Stillness is where creativity and solutions to problems are found.

All artists, whether they know it or not create from a place of inner stillness, a place of no mind.

What it doesn't say — but only points to — is more important than what it says.

Stillness is the language God speaks, and everything else is a bad translation.

Seek out a tree, and let it teach you stillness.

just as without silence there could be no sound, you would not exist without the vital formless dimension that is the essence of who you are.