A friend of mine commented yesterday that she has experienced similar insights that I talked about that all enlightened Masters and founders of religion are actually talking about the same ocean, the same invisible life...

Literary history and the present are dark with silences . . . I have had special need to learn all I could of this over the years, myself so nearly remaining mute and having to...

Poems are difficult to silence.

I have a sense of exile from thought, a nostalgia of the quiet room and balanced mind. I am a writer, and there comes a time when that which I write has to belong to...

Let us be silent that we may hear the whispers of the gods.

Quiet is here and all in me. (“Dress of White Silk”)

There’s comfort in hearing a voice when the world is silent.

Patch: You’re staying here, Angel.Nora: You’re taking this one alone?Patch: First, Hank can’t see us together. Second, I don’t like the idea of dragging you into something that could get messy fast. If you need...

you’re ignoring me so loud that it’s deafening. This silence is so deep that it’s echoing.

But sometimes, things are better to just hear. Some questions better left unasked. Some words better left unsaid. Because saying them doesn’t make you matter any less.

I wondered how he’d learned to push the words away, to drown them, to not feel them pounding against his head and his heart, begging to be spoken.

When the owl sings, the night is silent. (Quand le hibou chante, La nuit est silence)

Shhhhhhhh….. Be silent. Silence your mind and listen…. Let the voice of your soul echo and shiiiiine!

I waited for her to catch up, and when I did, she slowed down, and I missed seeing the light in her hair. I never told Nadia how much I liked seeing the halo the...

Clear your mind and you will be filled by the Love of the Oneness.

I think suicide is the most painful minute a person can go through, but it somehow may be beautiful to devout to that pain with the joy of it’s promise; silence, because we have no...

Somtimes silence can be the loudest thing.

I am more than words, I am the silence in you..! © nk

The effort of explaining, even of expressing himself, had become, with the years, more and more terrifying to him. Whether from laziness or from inability to find the right words, he had developed almost a...

Silence has its own language and in that silence he found words within himself; words for her, words for him and words for them.

If there were a little more silence, if we all kept quiet…maybe we could understand something.

If you are trading silence or compliance for love, you are being cheated. When acceptance or love is withheld if you reveal secrets, the value of the relationship is just an illusion. Love cannot be...

Silence is golden, and gold is up these days, so silence is a solid investment.

The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.

… isn’t breaking a supervillian out of jail a little … much?

Loving in silence is not easy but that’s where no one can be difficult with you.

Hey Meg! Communication implies sound. Communion doesn’t.’ He sent her a brief image of walking silently through the woods, the two of them alone together., their feet almost noiseless on the rusty carpet of pine...

As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.

When we walk in the sunour shadows are like barges of silence.

It’s the silence that scares me. It’s the blank page on which I can write my own fears.

Fight! Rabbit! Fight!

When sounds of the world around you vanish, what is left but screaming silence.

The cruelest lies are often told in silence.

Silent people are those who have too much to say

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.

I know you have it in you, Guy,” Anne said suddenly at the end of a silence, “the capacity to be terribly happy.

I was 9 years old when I had my first glimpse of wholeness. It was early Christmas morning and I was standing in my pajamas in the living room and looked out of the large...

Tell them I came, and no one answered,That I kept my word,” he said.Never the least stir made the listeners,Though every word he spakeFell echoing through the shadowiness of the still houseFrom the one man...

No cierres mis labios abriendo los tuyos.

I breathe in…the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

It is great wisdom to know how to be silent and to look at neither the remarks, nor the deeds, nor the lives of others.

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...

Some things should never be said. Not out loud in clear, simple words. You talk around them. You leave gaps and blanks. You use other words and talk in curves and arcs for the worst...

And you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too.

In silence alone does a man’s truth bind itself together and strike root.

When we want to talk, we can instead listen, and let our attentiveness to another’s need to speak be our silent statement.

Silence is not only golden, it is seldom misquoted.

Words cant explain everything.But silence never fails to mean something

New Rome will be destroyedBy the attacks of new vandals.God always remains silent.