Sometimes the silence of your friends is worse than your enemy’s words.

What do I have to do to convince you that I’m only using Dabria for one reason, one only reason: Destroy Hank, bit by bit if is necessary,and make him pay for all the things...

Words are the fallen ruins of silent majesty.

I no longer believe that we can keep silent. We never really do, mind you. In one way or another we articulate what has happened to us through the kind of people we become.

Silence is the mother of truth.

Those who speak largely of the human condition are usually those most exempt from its oppressions – whether of sex, race, or servitude.

Shush – it’s silent time again.

is ye. Nothin’ else.

Oír el silencio, dondequiera que esté, es una forma fácil y directa de hacerse presente. Incluso si hay ruido, hay siempre silencio bajo y entre los sonidos.

Silence, like madness, is only comparative.

To be honest, I hate silence.

If at noon you sit down and there’s just silence or blank tape, in an hour if you have a song, that didn’t exist an hour ago. Now it exists and it might exist for...

Everything was gone, the garden of wind and light, the Chrysalis, the Mother and her sister-crones, the rowan tree, everything. I was in a grove–no, it was a triad of trees: apple, oak, hazel. And...

I never spoke — unless addressed —And then, ’twas brief and low —I could not bear to live — aloud —The Racket shamed me so —And if it had not been so far —And any...

I have always longed to be part of the outward life, to be out there at the edge of things, to let the human taint wash away in emptiness and silence as the fox sloughs...

I agree with Proust in this, he says, that books create their own silences in ways that friends rarely do. And the silence that grows palpable when one has finished a canto of Dante, he...

I would eat my soup in silence, but it’s alphabet soup. They’re all capital letters and they are shouting at me. I’m not anorexic or illiterate, so alphabet soup is like a nourishing novel. An...

On days when it was too hot, they did not leave their room. The dazzling brilliance from outside plastered bars of light between the slats of the blinds. Not a sound in the village. Down...

Some persons talk simply because they think sound is more manageable than silence.

It is hard to say anything as true as saying nothing.

The act of silence is wisdom for ignoring a provoking situation.

Mind can be your best friend or worst enemy.

When you approach something to photograph it, first be still with yourself until the object of your attention affirms your presence. Then don’t leave until you have captured its essence.

Why are we embarassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?

Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

ALWAYSAre you always sad? someone asked.(Always is such a long, long time.)I couldn’t say. But.If sadness was a sea, I’d drown in it.(Salty and warm, sadness is.)(Cold, too. Sometimes.)And I happen to love the sea.

Then there was a silence he had never before experienced: in it, you could hear the years.

Wheels turning, the motorcycle’s roar grows steady, which, too, is a form of silence.

The utter unbroken silence was more appalling than any ominous noise, than the loudest yells of anguish, than the most piercing screaming…Dead silence.Literally dead.

Lao Tzu’s first paragraph in the book “Tao Te Ching” is that the Tao that can be told is not the absolute Tao.Lao Tzu has his own logic, the logic of paradoxes, the logic of...

Four billion people on this earthbut my imagination is still the same.It’s bad with large numbers.It’s still taken by particularity.It flits in the dark like a flashlight,illuminating only random faceswhile all the rest go by,never...

Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

All my life I have longed to be alone in a place like this. Even when everything was going well, as it often did. I can say that much. That it often did. I have...

The handless clock trying to holdthe hour of death, saltin the last mouthful of water.The windows opaque with silence,silence stagnating in the wineglass.

All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others.

All too often, when we see injustices, both great and small, we think, That’s terrible, but we do nothing. We say nothing. We let other people fight their own battles. We remain silent because silence...

One must not be afraid of a little silence. Some find silence awkward or oppressive. But a relaxed approach to dialogue will include the welcoming of some silence. It is often a devastating question to...

This is a tale of woe. This is a tale of sorrow. A love denied, a love restored, to live beyond tomorrow. Lest we think silence is the place to hide a heavy heart, remember,...

Do you think they’re going to buy that a guy in tacky leather chaps dances like this?” I scoffed when he twirled me back into his embrace. “Keep it up, and I’ll put you in...

A word is worth one coin, silence is worth two

not only did he deplore the waste of words, he detested the moral lassitude with which they were wasted. To him, in whose throat the bone of displacement was forever stuck, it was wrong to...

Now, Emily didn’t make a sound. There was something more defining about the soundless reality that condemned the paradigm of passion.

The last introvert in a world of extroverts. Silence: my response to both emptiness and saturation. But silence frightens people. I had to learn how to talk. Out of politeness.

I’m very depressed how in this country you can be told “That’s offensive” as though those two words constitute an argument.

Oh, no,” she said hastily, embarrassed. Did he really think she bullied him? What a silly notion!

…for all its apparent speed, the ship was almost perfectly silent, and he experienced an enervating, eerie feeling, as though the ancient warship, mothballed all those centuries, had somehow not yet fully woken up, and...

There is something hugely civilised about allowing long pauses in a conversation. Very few people can stand that kind of silence.

Pagi menyelinap di jemarimu sebagai sepi yang selalu ditangkap puisi, mengabadikan sepasang jejak yang sembunyi

The older a wizard grows, the more silent he becomes, like a woody vine growing over time to choke a garden path, deep and full of moss and snakes, running everywhere, impenetrable.

Sometimes the silence is the loudest thing in the room.