Silence Quotes
Silence, like madness, is only comparative.
This forest silence improves anyone.
Like a good Indian, he knew when to talk and when to remain silent. Like a good Indian, he knew there was never a good time to talk.
The contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer.
Of all silences I had encountered this was the gravest and most inevitable: not the silence of secrets, but of knowing.
Best *sometimes it is best not to speakbut just gaze silentlyinto the infinity of your own soul_____________________________rassool jibraeel snyman (c) 2015"The Poetic Assassin
Love needs expression, Captain Geary, or doubts grow amid the silence. Doubts of the other and doubts of yourself.
At times, productivity means doing nothing at all.
If we are quiet enough, we can hear it: the space between us filling up fast with all the things we are too afraid to say to each other.
Seated here in contemplations lost, my thought discovers vaster space beyond, supernal silence and unfathomed peace
Some people like to hear themselves talk, but I like to hear myself silent.
You whispered softly in the ear of my joyous heart.You know what's on my mind, you've heard my thoughts.I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.
In fact, the room was so quiet you might have heard a drop of paint splash.
It was deep and wide as autumn’s ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.
The thing that seemed like silence must have been the endless cry of all the crickets and locusts in the world, rising and falling.("The Wide Net")
There is a rest that comes when you live out of your sound. Silence is no longer something to be avoided. It signifies a soul at rest.
Silence is where my demons lurk, taunting me endlessly day after day until the end of time...yet still I wait, revelling in their company...
Control said nothing, had said nothing for quite some time as if he didn't trust words anymore. Or had begun to cherish the answers silence gave him.
Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.
It occurred to me that no words by the tongue of man can express the simplicities of a quiet land, so I returned to the river.
The question is there in each silence. The question is there in the space between you. But you cannot bring it aloud.
You are never alone, your Angels always whisper to your heart.By silencing your mind, you can be filled with their Love.
I totally allow myselfto feel every emotion, whatever it isand I observe itfrom my inner spaceof love and silence.
The silence was pregnant with noise, with muted fury, with questions the father found too disgusting to frame and with answers to which the son was incapable of giving voice.
Clear your mind and you will be filled by the Love of the Oneness.
Quiet, by its nature, slips away unnoticed. But once it's gone, we notice.
Silence has always been my default mode—my best defense against the rest of the world.
Like hatred, guilt can’t be locked in the silence of forgetting, without taking part of your soul with it.
Silence is not empty or immaterial, and it is not needed to chain tame things. It often guards powers strong enough to shatter everything.
Will people not be thrown face down into Hell only on account of the harvest of their tongue?
We didn't talk much, and the silence hung like a silk curtain, light and lovely.
Always, just beyond all these things, was the silver sea, the lace border around all land like the silence around sounds or the unknowns beyond all knowledge.
She drifted down into the water, letting it engulf her body until even her face was underwater. The silence was delicious, just the sound of her own heartbeat in her ears.
In general, silence often reflects ambiguity on the part of the listener as the observer wishes to understand the other's experience.
Sarah...loved the way the light lit the silence first thing in the morning.
Of silence, I can say only what I heard, that all things are known by that which they make or leave–and so speech isn’t itself, but its effect, and silence is the same.
I'm very depressed how in this country you can be told "That's offensive" as though those two words constitute an argument.
An observer can’t tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy.
When the owl sings, the night is silent. (Quand le hibou chante, La nuit est silence)
The silence was enchanting. Infinite space seemed to enter it, and my spirit, alone with the stars, seemed capable of any adventure.