Silence is golden when you can’t think of a good answer.

nothing is lifelesswhen the moon writes its screedon the silvern sand silence-From the poem:”The Universe In Blossom

I dined with Legrandin on the terrace of his house by moonlight. “There is a charming quality, is there not,” he said to me, “in this silence; for hearts that are wounded, as mine is,...

IT IS BY CHOICE AND NOT BY CHANCES THAT WE CHANGE OUR CIRCUMSTANCES.

If we are quiet enough, we can hear it: the space between us filling up fast with all the things we are too afraid to say to each other.

…all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence – in the same way grief is gnawing at me – slowly, imperceptibly… consuming…

Go back,go back to sleep.Yes, you are allowed.You who have no Love in your heart,you can go back to sleep.The power of Loveis exclusive to us,you can go back to sleep.I have been burntby the...

Listen to your heart in silence and peace, as through fear you only channel fear.

Silence often speaks louder than words. To be heard is nice to be understood is divine.

Meditation is the way to be with ourselves and to learn to accept our own aloneness. In aloneness, I experiment with being consciously alone as a door to be egoless. In conscious aloneness, the ego...

Are all of us the same, I wonder, navigating our lives by interpreting the silences between words spoken, analysing the returning echoes of our memory in order to chart the terrain, in order to make...

Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.

Not every instance requires a response. Truth resides silently in the seat of power.

I would swear that I could practically hear crickets in the ensuing silence, if not for the fact that the stale air probably kills anything that requires oxygen to breathe.

Silence is where my demons lurk, taunting me endlessly day after day until the end of time…yet still I wait, revelling in their company…

Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing.

Like hatred, guilt can’t be locked in the silence of forgetting, without taking part of your soul with it.

How can we pick and choose which parts of the Bible to follow? One thing is God’s will and another is just cultural differences? What if it’s all cultural? What if homosexuality or saving yourself...

This isn’t your fight, Patch,” I said quietly.His eyes burned with an intensity I’d never seen before. “You’re mine, Angel, and don’t you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something had happened...

Then the silence came back, that awful silence that seemed to just take over.In that silence I kept hearing what I had said–heard it repeating itself over and over again like a stuck record. I...

Katy was neither a Methodist nor a Masochist. She was a goddess and the silence of goddesses is genuinely golden. None of your superficial plating. A solid, twenty-two-carat silence all the way through. The Olympian’s...

Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.

There was only silence. It was the silence of matter caught in the act and embarrassed. There were no cells moving, and yet there were cells. I could see the shape of the land, how...

In the sweet territory of silence we touch the mystery. It’s the place of reflection and contemplation, and it’s the place where we can connect with the deep knowing, to the deep wisdom way.

The city was asleep, and the bookshop felt like a boat adrift in a sea of silence and shadows.

Many around the world are enduring these hardships simply because they practice their faith. They endure mostly in silence and away from the public spotlight and with little hope for a brighter tomorrow,

Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.

Two friends raised their heads up to the sky on a dark evening.-Look at the stars.–Let us make a wish.They each took a moment of silence.-What did you wish for?–For you to have peace with...

This was once Mazama, I kept reminding myself. This was once a mountain that stood nearly 12,000 feet tall and then had its heart removed. This was once a wasteland of lava and pumice and...

In exchange for my silence, I want a box of quiet. Empty—and full. That’s also how I like my morning coffee at night.

How quiet it is,’ Danny said, digging in his knapsack for the canteen full of water he had brought. ‘You don’t realize how scary it is, having a whole mountain on top of you, until...

I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with...

We switch to another language– not our invented language or the language we’ve learned from our lives. As we walk further up the mountain, we speak the language of silence. This language gives us time...

Silence is equality.” I’m sure the deaf would agree too.

I once took a vow of silence that lasted almost two years. Then, on my second birthday, I relented and started talking.

silence can be words but words cannot be silence

El silencio es el lienzo en blanco, el marco, sobre lo que trabajas; y no tratas de ahogarlo.

There, in the silence that’s never quite silent, I realized that, if there are at least seven thousand wants to speak, there are at least seven thousand ways to listen.

The sounds of silence are a dim recollection now, like mystery, privacy and paying attention to one thing — or one person — at a time.

There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.And there are those who talk, and without...

The acrid odor of overloaded circuitry permeated the air, the horrid smell witness that at least one of his senses was working as sights and sounds became one with the unknown. Eventually he collapsed to...

Under these circumstances, silence among such a large group of people is an uncomfortable thing to experience. Guilt spreads around even to those who have nothing to feel guilty about. Many held their breath. Or,...

Seven little crazy kids chopping up sticks;One burnt her daddy up and then there were six.Six little crazy kids playing with a hive;One tattooed himself to death and then there were five.Five little crazy kids...

Silence made space for other people’s words, which was important for those who needed to be listened to.

I love the smell of my mother’s hair after she washes it.I love the feel of the scratchy stubble on my father’s face before he shaves.But I’ve never been able to tell them.

We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still...

We are starved for quiet, to hear the sound of sheer silence that is the presence of God himself.

When I did a therapist education in USA 1984, one of the course leaders – who had given personal and spiritual guidance to thousands of seekers of truth from all over the world, and who...

If you want the light, like you say you do, then why do you keep it strangled in thedark? If you preach love, like you strive to, why do you run away from practising?My love,the...

Nowadays silence is looked on as odd and most of my race has forgotten the beauty of meaning much by saying little. Now tongues work all day by themselves with no help from the mind.