Silence embeds thoughts better than speeches. If you are afraid of silence, you are afraid of your thoughts.

Silence is an ornament which is visible from inside. (Le silence est une parure – Qui se voit de l’intérieur)

Writing is a product of silence.

I remember feeling the silence. I remember feeling the fear. I’m like, ‘This could be a wrap.’ And that’s what the silence was. It was like, ‘This could really be a wrap for you.’

X is work. Y is play. Z is keep your mouth shut.

Is there a silent song in your heart, that is screaming to be heard?

When truth is replaced by silence,the silence is a lie.

There is an art to writing, and it is not always disclosure. The act itself can be beautiful, revelatory, and private.

Those who nurse secrets, nurse a chaotic world of amplified silence.

Those who have witnessed executions say there is no sound worse than the weeping of mother watching her son being put to death. They’re wrong. There is one sound that is worse. There is silence.

If you’re silent for a long time, people just arrive in your mind.

Perfect prayer does not consist in many words, silent remembering and pure intention raises the heart to that supreme Power.

I’m very interested in silence. And, more importantly, in what happens when people aren’t talking on stage. I’m interested in letting actors play and do things between the lines. And in slowing everything down.

No matter how sophisticated you may be, a large granite mountain cannot be denied – it speaks in silence to the very core of your being

Jacinta never told Penelope that she loved her. The nurse knew that those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with words.

She swallowed and looked down at the artichoke petals piled neatly on the side of her plate. Her center certainly felt like it was melting, growing soft and wet just from the rasp of Mr....

I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence.

It’s a silence I know. The kind that’s actually a sound so loud your brain doesn’t know how to interpret it at first.

When someone does`nt wanna talk to you, you have no choice but to help them.

The feeling cannot be described in words, it’s mystical; I am changing. Perhaps the soul needed silence so that it can shout to hear the echo from the walls of my heart. It did heard...

There was something in the color white that resembled silence. Both were emptied of life.

I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of...

I regret to say I’munable to reply to your unexpressed desires.

Murdering a mute to silence him is overkill.

People say the sun is too bright. I say the sun is too silent. And that’s saying something, considering I’m a Helen Keller fan.

Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.

Silence was not the absence of sound but was itself a sound that could be loud or soft, soothing or disturbing, complex or simple.

Slowly we became silent, and silence itself if an enemy to friendship.

The true hero trains himself in silence.

Such anger. Do you want to talk about it?” Vincent called out. When there was no reply, Vincent picked up the whistling where he’d left off, smiling at the success of wreaking havoc on Darius....

It would be erroneous to say Sohrab was quiet. Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life.Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it. Sohrab’s silence...

The ocean, the desert, and the jungle are the last strongholds and resorts of peace. (“Fear”)

Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter.

In the seventh century, Isaac the Syrian wrote about ‘stillness,’ which in his writings has been summarized as ‘a deliberate denial of the gift of words for the sake of achieving inner silence, in the...

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.

Thoughts will lead you in circles. Silence will bring you back to your centre.

Sometimes knowing is torture. You wish you could hide your secret away in a dark, cobwebby shed, shut the door, and break the key in the lock, so no one can ever get in again....

In the therapeutic process based on awareness, there exists no ”I” – it just exists a presence, a light, a love and a silence.

In reality I said nothing at all, but I heard a murmur, something gone wrong with the silence, and I pricked up my ears, like an animal I imagine, which gives a start and pretends...

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.

when the presence is like thunderstorm , the absence prevail deep dark silence.

I am speechless: what can I answer?I put hand on my mouth.I have said too much already;now I will speak no more.

Author refers to, “short silences in which the resolves which colour a life are so often taken.

The daggers of silence last longer than anything ever spoken.

is also not to speak. It is to keep silent. It is to howl noiselessly.

Sure thing, Gumdrop.

the silence of God is God.

In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the...

…silence is sometimes the most costly of commodities.

To silence the love, it takes a deaf. (Pour taire l’amour, – Il faut un sourd)