It was a stillness so profound one had to adjust one’s hearing to it…..The silence seemed to be trying to tell him something about itself.

A book called Life of Silence would get everyone talking. I should write it, using invisible ink. Or to really make it see-through, I should hire a ghostwriter.

I wanted to scream as I stood there, my toes hanging over the edge of the dock. I wanted to let a gut-wrenching howl rip from my disfigured throat toward those clouded skies. I wanted...

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.

Every hour of your life that ticks by, there are numerous points and moments when you can choose to pause – and be aware of your mental and physical state. At any given point, you...

She was extending a hand I didn’t know how to take, so I broke its fingers with my silence.

Silence has its own colour to paint the truth

Such a deep silence surrounds me, that I think I hear moonbeams striking on the windows.

I decided it is better to scream. Silence is the real crime against humanity.

Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?

…you can be angry and silent, but it’s no use – there’s no distance in the spirit – besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands…

You gotta be careful: don’t say a word to nobody about nothing anytime ever.

When I say I love the silence, I’m not being entirely truthful. What I actually love are the abundant, delicate sounds that amplify when I’m silent. These curious creaks, mutters, and hums compel my imagination.

It is not easy to keep silent when silence is a lie.

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...