Sexuality is the door to love, and love is the door to silence, to the divine.

All I insist on, and nothing else, is that you should show the whole world that you are not afraid. Be silent, if you choose; but when it is necessary, speak—and speak in such a...

May my silences become more accurate.

If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spentIf the unheard, unspokenWord is unspoken, unheard;Still is the spoken word, the Word unheard,The Word without a word, the Word withinThe world and for...

Not words. nor laughter. but rather someonewho will fall in lovewith your silence.

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;...

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

Tristan started the car, pulling carefully out onto the street now that the snow had begun to fall.”You seemed so happy this last quarter,” P.K. prompted.”I was. I fell in love.””And?””It didn’t work out–isn’t working...

Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you even if that’s all it is. Let me keep you safe.

Silence is true wisdom’s best reply.

Silence is golden but too long a silence an imitation junk

Om is not just a sound or vibration. It is not just a symbol. It is the entire cosmos, whatever we can see, touch, hear and feel. Moreover, it is all that is within our...

Silence is not our heritage but our destiny; we live where we want to live.

Have I, have you, been too silent? Is there an easy crime of silence?

Silence makes idiots seem wise even for a minute.

Silence in the face of evil is evil itself: God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak. Not to act is to act.” Dietrich Bonhoeffer

It never dawned on us that life is unpredictable, that one day, one of us could suddenly cease to exist and what then? What would be the joy in having left so much unsaid? With...

No writer in our time has been more isolated than Kafka, and yet few have achieved communication as well as he did.

It had been so silent in the wake of that commotion, a kind of potent silence that seemed to contain everything. The songs of the birds and the creak of the trees. The dying snow...

There are in life a few moments so beautiful,that even words are a sort of profanity.

Secret to what?””Secret to shutting you up,” he said. “I just have to beat you till you’re half-dead, then give you chicken soup and”–he raised his hands–“blessed silence.

The silence was killing me.And that’s all there ever was. Silence. It was all I knew. Keep quiet. Pretend nothing had happened, that nothing was wrong. And look how well that was turning out.

you’d think that silence would be peaceful. but really, it’s painful.

I’m so silent I can hardly hear myself think. But that’s why I bought the scissors and the condom.

I crammed six years of silence into sixty seconds, held frozen and firm with an icy stare.

Most times, the best thing people deserve from us is our silence.speak through silence and it will be more powerful than harsh words

If silence is to be broken, let it be with the majesty of music.

I recognize the power of silence in an extroverted world but there is a time for silence and a time to speak up about things that matter that continue to be left unsaid.

Discussing it later, many of us felt we suffered a mental dislocation at that moment, which only grew worse through the course of the remaining deaths. The prevailing symptom of this state was an inability...

The real in us is silent; the acquired is talkative.

What other knowledge will my solitude and muteness bring? What other worlds?

Quiet had a roof and it had walls around it, and you could sit inside it. She had never thought of silence as a place.One of the friends, Tom Williams told her,’the place is in...

The brief silence that follows is as tender as arainstorm of daisies.

When kindness comes at the expense of truth, it is not a kindness worth having. And when generosity leads to silence or abuse, it is not a generosity worth giving.

Words.I’m surrounded by thousands of words. Maybe millions. Cathedral. Mayonnaise. Pomegranate.Mississippi. Neapolitan. Hippopotamus.Silky. Terrifying. Iridescent.Tickle. Sneeze. Wish. Worry.Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes—each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my...

Midnight”The hours glide Like drops of water on a window pane Midnight silence Fear unrolls in the air And the wind hides at the bottom of the well OH It’s a leaf We think the...

[The modern age] knows nothing about isolation and nothing about silence. In our quietest and loneliest hour the automatic ice-maker in the refrigerator will cluck and drop an ice cube, the automatic dishwasher will sigh...

I have always felt deep within myself that I do not trust that I am already OK as I am, and that I do not trust that life takes care of me. But now I...

I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen,And accrue what I hear into myself…and let sound contribute toward me.

Silence isn’t golden and it surely doesn’t mean consent, so start practicing the art of communication.

You need to train yourself to be comfortable with silence, particularly when dealing with cultures that respect silence more than we do in the West.

The scholar only knows how dear these silent, yet eloquent, companions of pure thoughts and innocent hours become in the season of adversity. When all that is worldly turns to dross around us, these only...

Better to be a laughing-stock than lose the fort for fear of being one.

A heart worth loving is one you understand, even in silence.

As quiet as dead mice.

You’re mine, Angel, and don’t you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was bad enough when I thought your ghost was haunting me; I don’t think...

… listening to the silence together. If there’s any. I truly believe not so. I have never heard a silence. Have you? The world is filled with unspoken words. And that’s something different isn’t it.

In the darkness, she listened to the silence. She wallowed in the beautiful nothing it made.

Would the fish have ever been caught if it had kept it’s mouth shut?

The fear of silence is a fear everyone should overcome.