Our young people, raised under the old rules of courtesy, never indulged in the present habit of talking incessantly and all at the same time. To do so would have been not only impolite, but...

You have no control over how your story begins or ends. But by now, you should know that all things have an ending. Every spark returns to darkness. Every sound returns to silence. Every flower...

When something happens to you that is beyond words, life is happening to you. When the Ultimate is happening to you, you are beyond words.

You’ll look away from your own face in the mirror, pull the chain twice to hide from yourself in the dark, and when it’s all over you won’t fucking say anything. You won’t fucking say...

Quoting from Thomas MertonDialogues With SilenceThe true contemplative is not one who prepares his mind for a particular message that he wants or expects to hear, but is one who remains empty because he knows...

Seated at table – no need for the fracture of the room’s silence; noiselessly they conversed.

my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.

Do not break your silence to create war between people, but speak the truth that heals.

I am undecided.” When other people get involved it sends mixed signals. If only more people would be so bold, hearts would not linger so long.

Everyone is quiet. Which is the wooooooorst. It’s scary when a group of people all know instinctively not to joke around.

It is in the thick of a calamity that one gets hardened to the truth, in other words to silence.

Only downside to your place is the disturbing low amount of extraneous toiletries. No conditioner? Lip gloss? Sunscreen?” I jerked my thumb toward the front door. “I need to brush my teeth. And I need...

The voice that arises out of the silence is something no one can imagine until it is heard. It roars when it speaks, it lies to you and convinces you, it steals from you and...

You will only find the profoundly inexpressible in profound silence.

When you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion. It glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water. Its color is silver. And silence has a sound you...

But it is the subjects, the conversations, the facts we shy away from, which claim us in the form of writer’s block, as mere rhetoric, as hysteria, insomnia, and constriction of the throat.

When a question has no correct answer, there is only one honest response.The gray area between yes and no.Silence.

Sleep,” he murmured to her, and held her against himself, his cock still buried deep.She was caught and he had no intention of ever letting her go.

Fatuous words I don’t trust you I trust silenceMore than beauty more than anythingA festival of understanding

In fact, the room was so quiet you might have heard a drop of paint splash.

Sometimes I ask myself, “Do I have the courage to do the right thing when it matters most?” And that answer, I’m afraid, is silence.

And the wind falls silent, and the birds fall silent, and the wild cherry trees no longer shiver and creek.

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.

Language can only deal meaningfully with a special, restricted segment of reality. The rest, and it is presumably the much larger part, is silence.

What strange creatures we are, to find silence peaceful, when permanent silence is the thing we most dread

If silence is the admission of guilt, then she must be really guilty, because last night I asked her a question and instead of answering, she went to sleep for eight hours.

We both tried to speak at the same time, and ended up remaining silent the whole night. That’s when I realized we were in love.

This is how most stories end in the hospital. Not with crash carts and sirens and electric shocks to the chest, but with an empty room, a crisp white bed, silence.

The dead are silent because they live, just as we chatter so loudly to try to make ourselves forget that we are dying. Their silence is really their call to me, the assurance of their...

Maybe they hurt so much that the only way they can say it, is to say nothing

Christmas; silence breathed childlike anticipation in your heart.

Speech one may regret,Silence no sorrow begets,Humility be born before honour,Soft answer turns wrath’s corner

Silence is a source of Great Strength.

There is nothing more harrowing than a deadly hush with the feel of a great noise around it

Words can be twisted into any shape. Promises can be made to lull the heart and seduce the soul. In the final analysis, words mean nothing. They are labels we give things in an effort...

Silence is a giver; it gives some things to you! Noise is a taker; it takes some things from you! Seek for the silence!

I want that love that moved the mountains. I want that love that split the ocean. I want that love that made the winds tremble. I want that love that roared like thunder. I want...

I’m not telling you to be quiet. I’m just saying that if you speak a little softer, we both might just hear what peace sounds like.

And there are some birds that stay year-round. Sometimes when the wind is still and the cold is upon us, the quiet is so deep you can feel it in your bones.

I had a day when I was busy in the world, where the activity created a turmoil on the surface of my consciousness like waves on the surface of the ocean, which made it difficult...

I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from...

It was so quiet, a reservation kind of quiet, where you can hear somebody drinking whiskey on the rocks three miles away.

Kyoko sniffs, unable to speak. Sometimes saying nothing means most of all.

Meditation is silence, energising and fulfilling. Silent is the eloquent expression of the inexpressible.

SilenceTHERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave—under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found,...

Q: Why do I love thee, O Night?A: Because you know I will never answer.

When silence is a choice, it is an unnerving presence. When silence is imposed, it is censorship.

You were almost like a haiku: said so little, but meant so much.

I just realized that sleep sometimes is the only precious wage for the hard working man.

The language of nature is silence.