The voice that arises out of the silence is something no one can imagine until it is heard. It roars when it speaks, it lies to you and convinces you, it steals from you and...

You will only find the profoundly inexpressible in profound silence.

When you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion. It glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water. Its color is silver. And silence has a sound you...

But it is the subjects, the conversations, the facts we shy away from, which claim us in the form of writer’s block, as mere rhetoric, as hysteria, insomnia, and constriction of the throat.

When a question has no correct answer, there is only one honest response.The gray area between yes and no.Silence.

Sleep,” he murmured to her, and held her against himself, his cock still buried deep.She was caught and he had no intention of ever letting her go.

Fatuous words I don’t trust you I trust silenceMore than beauty more than anythingA festival of understanding

In fact, the room was so quiet you might have heard a drop of paint splash.

Sometimes I ask myself, “Do I have the courage to do the right thing when it matters most?” And that answer, I’m afraid, is silence.

And the wind falls silent, and the birds fall silent, and the wild cherry trees no longer shiver and creek.

Silence is the communing of a conscious soul with itself.

There you go again, declaring the exact inverse of your experience. You human pups are so full of the things you’re sure of. Sit down and listen for a change.

It is only in alert silence that truth can be.

The silence is so deep it hurts our ears

I said it unto him who isn’t, and he wisely said nothing. Sometimes saying nothing is saying more than enough.

Powerful words that penetrate the psyche are not forgotten while silence is.

No words. Just my finger pointing in silence. My finger silently saying, ’Unwrap me, darling.

We have a tendency to sugar coat the Civil Rights movement by showing arm in arm and everyone singing ‘Kumbaya’. We don’t really always show the resistance from the government, the resistance from the status...

Silence, too, can be torture.

You think you deserve to be sad,” he says. There is a moment of silence as we look at each other. “You think it is okay for you to be sad every day. But it’s...

Sometimes there aren’t words. The silence between us is flung wide as an ocean. But I manage to reach across it, to wrap my arms around him.

There’s a story here.A catastrophic silence where our thoughts and feelings collide …Where your sweetness overrides my senses and our bodies move to the same tune.The same song.The same melody.The same stroke.The same rhythm.It’s our...

Sometimes it’s just silent…No sound at all.’Does that scare you?’Chad nods. ‘Why?’ asks his father.’It’s like something’s waiting.

Then we had the irises, rising beautiful and cool on their tall stalks, like blown glass, like pastel water momentarily frozen in a splash, light blue, light mauve, and the darker ones, velvet and purple,...

I did the only thing I knew how to do: I built my own walls of silence to disguise my desperation and what later came to be recognized and diagnosed as depression.

Our young people, raised under the old rules of courtesy, never indulged in the present habit of talking incessantly and all at the same time. To do so would have been not only impolite, but...

You have no control over how your story begins or ends. But by now, you should know that all things have an ending. Every spark returns to darkness. Every sound returns to silence. Every flower...

When something happens to you that is beyond words, life is happening to you. When the Ultimate is happening to you, you are beyond words.

You’ll look away from your own face in the mirror, pull the chain twice to hide from yourself in the dark, and when it’s all over you won’t fucking say anything. You won’t fucking say...

Quoting from Thomas MertonDialogues With SilenceThe true contemplative is not one who prepares his mind for a particular message that he wants or expects to hear, but is one who remains empty because he knows...

Seated at table – no need for the fracture of the room’s silence; noiselessly they conversed.

my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.

Do not break your silence to create war between people, but speak the truth that heals.

I am undecided.” When other people get involved it sends mixed signals. If only more people would be so bold, hearts would not linger so long.

Everyone is quiet. Which is the wooooooorst. It’s scary when a group of people all know instinctively not to joke around.

You were almost like a haiku: said so little, but meant so much.

I just realized that sleep sometimes is the only precious wage for the hard working man.

The language of nature is silence.

Penetrate deep into the word “Om”. Gradually the word will disappear and only the silence will remain. The word is a support. The meaning is within you. Om brings out that meaning which is hidden...

It’s kind of like Silence of the lambs meets Boogey Nights.

SilenceIt has a sound, a fullness.It’s heavy with sigh of tree,and space between breaths.It’s ripe with pause between birdsongand crash of surf. It’s golden they say.But no one tells us it’s addictive.

Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.

are a great trouble.”She shook her head, not bothering to reply this time, and started marching to the door.

And the rain drops kept falling like the sweetest musicleaving tears on the glass,which is what music does to memost of the timebut silence too. and rain.

I am always quiet so that I know what to say when I must speak.

He prayed as he breathed, forming no words and making no specific requests, only holding his heart, like broken birds in cupped hands,

Tut, tut! I have often admonished my pupils to count ten before speaking. Were I you, Mr. Philander, I should count at least a thousand, and then maintain a discreet silence.

It occurred to me that no words by the tongue of man can express the simplicities of a quiet land, so I returned to the river.

Language can only deal meaningfully with a special, restricted segment of reality. The rest, and it is presumably the much larger part, is silence.

What strange creatures we are, to find silence peaceful, when permanent silence is the thing we most dread