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Silence is better than unmeaning words.
These words were utter'd in a pensive mood, Even while mine eyes were on that solemn sight:
Trifling trouble find utterance; deeply felt pangs are silent.
Silence is more eloquent than words.
He who speaks without an attentive ear is mute.
Sometime whispering's okay but maybe you'd feel better if you screamed today.
In my silence do I enhance my talents
the whisky muttered in his ears.
Nothing is more unaccountable than the spell that often lurks in a spoken word. A thought may be present to the mind, and two minds conscious of the same thought, but as long as it remains unspoken their familiar talk flows quietly over the hidden idea.
I don't pay you for whispers. Sing!
Silence is not lost time.
Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore
What is it?' I whispered. 'What's wrong?'
'Everything but you,' he said hoarsely.
Silence is full of speech.
Inner silence is for our race a difficult achievement. There is a chattering part of the mind which continues, until it is corrected, to chatter on even in the holiest places.
Speech is a very important aspect of being human. A whisper doesn't cut it.
I have spoken softly, gone my ways softly, all my days, as behoves one who has nothing to say, nowhere to go, and so nothing to gain by being seen or heard.
Silent words are heard through eyes.
SILENCE Means CONCERNED
Small sorrows speak great ones are silent.
I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was intended.
the mute protest in your own bones
Shut lips, sleeping faces,
Every stopped machine,
The dumb and littered places
Where crowds have been:.
All silences rejoice,
Weep (loudly or low),
Speak-but with the voice
Of whom, I do not know.
I have often repented of speech but hardly ever of silence.
Words are the fallen ruins of silent majesty.
Nothing at times is more expressive than silence.
Silent people hold a magic and a knowledge that less contained people lack; that their not saying something means that more important thoughts are going on inside their head. Perhaps their seeming simplicity belies a hidden mosaic of fanciful thoughts.
He who has heard the Word of God can bear his silences..
There is a place where words are born of silence.
All speech is vain and empty unless it be accompanied by action.
Whose silence are you?
Now that your speech impediment has been rectified, perhaps you might say something. It would be best if it were humorous. I enjoy a good jest.'
'You are dreadfully rude,' I said to him.
He sighed. 'That wasn't the slightest bit funny.
Words empty as the wind are best left unsaid.
So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me for I, too, am fluent in silence.
There are times when silence is better than any other words in the dictionary...
A silent idea is louder than a spoken words
There are times in life when language fails us, when everything that needs to be said can be expressed only by saying nothing at all.
He leaned in close. He saw his father's dirty hands. He spoke the last familiar words in a whisper.
Its' fixed.
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 one I knew
Were going - I had often thought
How noteless - I could die -
Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.
When you are silent you are again beautiful.
All I know is that when I whisper to dirt, my conversations are less than meaningful.
Whispered words can be devastatingly effective.
Veins stood out in her temples as she struggled against her silence. No one noticed. Those words had already been used up, spent, thrown out into the atmosphere to dissipate without effect.
I will not be silent any longer.
You stand before a god! Speak your eloquence for all posterity. Be Profound!"
"Profound ... huh." Temper was silent for a long moment, studying the cobbles of the alley mouth. And then he lifted his helmed head faced Shadowthrone, and said "Fuck off.
When the voice stopped, he put his hand over his eyes, murmuring
Silence is the sublime refuge of your divine.
The words for much that remains mute in me
Often, I can scarcely hear any one speaking to me; the tones yes, but not the actual words; yet as soon as any one shouts, it is unbearable. What will come of all this, heaven only knows!
You are solidified silence, awareness. A thousand hours of speech cannot equal one glance: a hundred glances cannot equal a minute of silence
Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. When the ocean is searching for you, don't walk into the river. Listen to the ocean.
Let us sculpt in hopeless silence all our dreams of speaking.
Okay, everyone please be completely quiet, because I can literally hear a whisper, and it'll throw off my stream of consciousness, and when I get my stream of consciousness going that's when I give the best, illest quotes. Literally, a whisper can throw it off.
Silence can be as irrepressible as laughter. And it can accumulate, like weightless snowflakes. It can collapse a ceiling. "I'm not sure," Julia said. Jacob
Mal," I whispered into the night.
"What?"
"Thanks for finding me."
I wasn't sure if I was dreaming, but somewhere in the dark, I thought I heard him whisper, "Always.
In this dark, when we all talk at once, some of us must learn to whistle.
Silence is an easy habit. But it doesn't come naturally. Silence has to be cultivated, enforced by implication and innuendo, looks and glances, hints of dark consequence. Silence is greedy. It insists upon its own necessity. It transcends generations.
It was the kind of conversation you could only hold in whispers.
Silence is sometimes more significant and sublime than the most noble and most expressive eloquence, and is on many occasions the indication of a great mind.
Now I am silent, hate
Up to my neck,
Thick, thick.
I do not speak.
Silence holds the door against the strife of tongue and all the impertinences of idle conversation.
in a whisper so quiet I barely hear it, so loud it makes the earth tremble at my feet.
Silent," the carved wizardwood on his wrist breathed. "Silent as a blinded ship, floating hull-up in the sea. Silent as a scream underwater.
Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.
Speech is silver. Silence is golden.
A word that has been said may be unsaid-it is but air. But when a deed is done, it cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow.
What we can't speak, we say in silence.
And before my Soul took me to task I was hard of hearing; I heard only tumult and uproar. But now I am all ears listening to the silence and its choirs singing the hymns of time, intoning the praises of the firmament, revealing the secrets of the invisible.
Oh! how seldom the soul is silent, in order that God may speak.
Speech is often barren; but silence also does not necessarily brood over a full nest. Your still fowl, blinking at you without remark, may all the while be sitting on one addled egg; and when it takes to cackling will have nothing to announce but that addled delusion.
When we keep our silence we gather our power; when we speak we let loose the concentration of quiet reverie.
I don't vocalise things that don't deserve attention.
A moment of silence, please, for the lost art of shutting up.
Quiet as mice, quiet as the wind, quiet as the grave.
But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.
My mind was speaking, but my vocal cords were silent. I exhaled in frustration. "Freezed," I finally spouted out. My thoughts froze, just like the rest of me.
Words are the part of silence that can be spoken.
Scattered wits take a long time picking up; and often before I had got them well together, they would be dispersed in all directions by one stray thought,
Silence is full of the unspoken, of deeds undone, of confessions to secret love, and of wonders not expressed. Our truth is hidden in our silence, Yours and I.
Silence sweeter is than speech.
Silent is the ruined land.
Man is brutal
and the rain does not wash away
the pain
or rid the distant memory.
It makes it glisten.
Once, he'd used it in song, but the songs in his heart had gone silent long ago, and he knew that one day so would his voice. A man with nothing inside him eventually had nothing to say.
Silence in woman is like speech in man.
Silence is the speech of the spiritual seeker.
He could think no longer; he leaned against his shadow. The silence within the slab of ancient stone eased through him; his thoughts, worn meaningless, became quiet again.
The sounds of silence are a dim recollection now, like mystery, privacy and paying attention to one thing - or one person - at a time.
I open the door to my cottage these evenings on a silence so thick it falls upon me like a blanket. Of all the lonely moments of my day, this is the loneliest. I confess I have sometimes been reduced to muttering my thoughts aloud like a madwoman when the need for a human voice becomes too strong.
I like that, he said quietly, his voice back to silk. What? I whispered. You sayin' my name, he told me. I'll like it better when you moan it, tonight, when I'm inside you.
Whispering makes a narrow place narrower.
When I couldn't speak I was not drawn into silence, silence captured me.
For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day, I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay: And with its all obliterated Tongue It murmur'd - "Gently, Brother, gently, pray!" XXXVII.
Silence is the sea, and speech is like the river. The sea is seeking you: don't seek the river. Don't turn your head away from the signs offered by the sea.
It is harder to kill a whisper than even a shouted calumny.
A moment later, in an even fainter voice, he whispered, Do not mourn me
Silence is a language not all people understand.
Whispers are rare, dangerous, and powerful, even among the Silvers, even in the capital. The rumors about them vary, but it boils down to something simple and chilling: they can enter your head, read your thoughts, and control your mind.
Silence sits immense upon my soul. Then comes hope with a smile and whispers, "There is joy in self-forgetfulness.
There are times when silence is the most sacred of responses.
Silence is an answer to a wise man.