Silence Quotes - Page 15

Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.

Always ask yourself: "What will happen if I say nothing?

Seek O mortal, the meaning of life in your innermost silence!

When a woman who has much to say says nothing, her silence can be deafening.

The acrid odor of overloaded circuitry permeated the air, the horrid smell witness that at least one of his senses was working as sights and sounds became one with the unknown. Eventually he collapsed to the floor, wondering if he'd wake up in mortality. Then the muddled spectra went black, the silence that followed only possible in the deepest sectors of space. Or death.

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

Silence doesn’t have to be a major pilgrimage into the wilderness in order to find a solitary space. Everyday tasks such as driving around town, folding laundry, preparing food, washing dishes, or taking walks can all provide a measure of solitude each day when approached with the right mindset and a commitment to shut off televisions, computers, tablets, smartphones, radios, and anything else that could interrupt silence.

I decided that in spite of my silence I would demonstrate and reproduce in reality the picture of the church that I saw inside my spirit

Then the silence came back, that awful silence that seemed to just take over.In that silence I kept hearing what I had said--heard it repeating itself over and over again like a stuck record. I wanted it to stop. I didn't want to say things like that anymore. I was sick of that kind of lying. I wished I could say something real.But the silence was too big.

Word by word, the language of women so often begins with a whisper.

Wisdom got sound. It is called silence

he looks the waysilence looks before it’s broken

There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman forever beggared of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer—committed to no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.

Lies were something you told other people to make things easier, somehow - hopefully, for them, but often more selfishly for yourself.

I heard silence, silence infinite as the bottom of the ocean, a silence that sealed.

When words lose their meaning and expression, silence is the only language that heart follows, speaks and celebrates.

And in the depths of music, I didn’t find the answer,And again there was silence, and again the ghost of summer.

What I hate??? You ask me??? Go and fuck off... You are asking from what am I afraid??? ... For cry it on loud...

I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life. You haunted me to the point that I began to believe Hank had gone back on his oath and killed you. I saw your ghost in everything. I couldn't escape you and I didn't want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you.

Silence gradually spread its great, fragile butterfly wings across the ward. The sun had disappeared, replaced by grey and rain. This particular month of July was reading the script for March.

It’s the silence that scares me. It’s the blank page on which I can write my own fears.

I'm very depressed how in this country you can be told "That's offensive" as though those two words constitute an argument.

Only the deceased could hear this quietness, he thought; no wonder they were tossing and turning in their graves seven feet under the ground – they cannot take it, they want out.

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.

In a state of pseudo-death you restore your substance.

I don't have a car."His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here," I explained. "I'm on foot.""Angel," he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.

There was the cruel kind of Eustace silence.

There comes a moment when the silence between two people can have the purity of a diamond.

All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others.

Silence is difficult and arduous, it is not to be played with. It isn't something that you can experience by reading a book, or by listening to a talk, or by sitting together, or by retiring into a wood or a monastery. I am afraid none of these things will bring about this silence. This silence demands intense psychological work. You have to be burningly aware of your snobbishness, aware of your fears, your anxieties, your sense of guilt. And when you die to all that, then out of that dying comes the beauty of silence.

Education will teach you ephemeral things. God will teach you wonders.

There was only silence. It was the silence of matter caught in the act and embarrassed. There were no cells moving, and yet there were cells. I could see the shape of the land, how it lay holding silence. Its poise and its stillness were unendurable, like the ring of the silence you hear in your skull when you're little and notice you're living the ring which resumes later in life when you're sick.

Silence is of different kinds, and breathes different meanings.

It is a great misfortune neither to have enough wit to talk well nor enough judgement to be silent.

Poems are difficult to silence.

Silence is very dangerous, especially when your words can be the only source of healing at a moment.

Still, the ten days were enough for me to see, as if peering over the edge of a well, that silence could be mystical, and that if you dared, diving fully into your inner depths might be both profound and disturbing.

You can kill a book quicker by your silence than by a bad review.

Muhammad adhered meticulously to the charter he forged for Medina, which - grounded as it was in the Quranic injunction, "Let there be no compulsion in religion" (2:256) - is arguably the first mandate for religious tolerance in human history.

Grief is always amplified in silence.

It would never have crossed her mind spontaneously that somebody might actually need silence. That silence helps you to go inward, that anyone who is interested in something more than just life outside actually needs silence: this, I think, is not something Colombe is capable of understanding, because her inner space is as chaotic and noisy as the street outside.

Silence has its own language and in that silence he found words within himself; words for her, words for him and words for them.

That summer lying in the long grass with my head propped up against the back of a saddle, with the zenith above me and the drop of distance below, I listened to the mountain silence until I could hear as far into it as the faintest clink of a cowbell. In the mountains, what might be out of sight had never really gone away. Like the mountain, that distant bell would always be there. It would keep reminding.

But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.

Rage and revenge sat in his heart fanned by time and silence. Before he could realise anything, he was engulfed in flames. Everything he touched, lost its existence in his life. Turning him into a monster, who destroys everything in a daylight but cries in dark and silence.

silence was never lost, she just had to stop screaming long enough to hear it:.

I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.

Perhaps it is possible to discover more in silence than in speech. Or perhaps it is only that those who are silent among us learn to listen.

...music, music, records, records, noise to cover silence.

Maybe all that silence about my brother did something to me. I think it did. Not talking can make a guy pretty lonely

Silence can be breathing space and spawn release and wellness in a time of appalling inflation of words. But silence may be intolerably screaming, if it means absence of communication, deficiency in friendship and emotional deficit. (« A gap of silence”)

One of the greatest lessons we can learn in life is how to keep mute when the boiling ring of anger is dropped within us

Don't ever underestimate the value and power of doing nothing sometime.

You alwaysdrop by, to en-lighten my mind,when my wings arefeeling heavy &i've forgottenhow tofly.

When all seems hopeless and all has gone silent, that’s Destiny turning down the music so that all may hear our response to life’s great storms, giving our response the chance to echo throughout eternity with the level of greatness it deserves.

On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.

There's really no such thing as the 'voiceless'. There are only the deliberately silenced, or the preferably unheard.

Every woman knows what I'm talking about. It’s the presumption that makes it hard, at times, for any woman in any field; that keeps women from speaking up and from being heard when they dare; that crushes young women into silence by indicating, the way harassment on the street does, that this is not their world. It trains us in self-doubt and self-limitation just as it exercises men’s unsupported overconfidence.

The advantage of beating a mute is he can't tell on you.

Enjoy the contented silence.