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Silence is ever speaking; it is the perennial flow of language.
It has been brought to my attention that I may be a verbivore. I consumptor of words, that I subsequently spew forth with considerable consternation.
A Volley of verbs that are quite vexing has taken form, perhaps under the guise of consonants most foul!! Where have you wandered faithful vowels?
A sound waiting to be a word.
silence can be words but words cannot be silence
The thunder of horses' hooves grows ever louder, but, still, I do not move. The thunder of those hooves, the thudding of my heart, and the gasping in my lungs make such a cacophony, it's a wonder I hear Edmund at all.
It was mortifying to find how strong the habit of idle speech may become in one's self. One need not always be saying something in this noisy world.
He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
Silence is only commendable
In a neat's tongue dried, and a maid not vendible.
Whose silence are you?
True Silence is really endless speech.
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear
Silence holds the door against the strife of tongue and all the impertinences of idle conversation.
So shaken as we are, so wan with care,
Find we a time for frighted peace to pant
And breathe short-winded accents of new broils
To be commenced in stronds afar remote.
Too weary and dazed by unfinished sleep even to swear. There comes a degree of numbness in fatigue and exasperation which can be expressed only by a sullen silence.
When words lose their meaning and expression, silence is the only language that heart follows, speaks and celebrates.
Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
THE NAME THOUGHT OUT TO BE SPOKEN
The words make our silences easier
they're the current that runs under them.
Words can be tiresome as a swarm of insects. They can prick and buzz! Words can be no more than a series of farts; or on the other hand they can be adamantine, obdurate, inviolable, stone upon stone.
Speech is the small change of silence.
Webster growled a Webster kind of prayer: "God Almighty, here is two more meek that has inherited Your earth." Webster spoke in his own peculiar way; we never did learn how to hear him.
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!
Silence is from inner fullness
An aspersion upon my parts of speech!
My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.
They fix attention, heedless of your pain,
With oaths like rivets forced into the brain;
And e'en when sober truth prevails throughout,
They swear it, till affirmance breeds a doubt.
The voices blend and fuse in clouded silence: silence that is infinite of space: and swiftly, silently the sound is wafted over regions of cycles of cycles of generations that have lived.
Suddenly it was terribly quiet, as if the earth itself were too stunned to breathe. I know this sound; silence is part of music. But just because something is silent doesn't mean you aren't hearing it. Frankie
No more words. Hear only the voice within.
Silence is the speech of love, The music of the spheres above.
I and my silences keep talking to each other.
Danders Anders squealed with joy. The most malodorous sound in the world.
The words I speak to these chairs
must be silencing.
It has stunned them
into a profound emptiness.
No creaking from the gallery
no James Joyce here, nor Malory
An unknown author
in a very large chain
can't you hear me rattling?
At times on quiet waters one does not speak aloud but only in whispers, for then all noise is sacrilege.
Ah! The anguish, the vile rage, the despair
Of not being able to express
With a shout, an extreme and bitter shout,
The bleeding of my heart.
Was on the point of crying at her, 'Don't you hear them?' The dusk was repeating them in a persistent whisper all around us, in a whisper that seemed to swell menacingly like the
Silence is a figure of speech, unanswerable, short, cold, but terribly severe.
Silence never yet betrayed any one!
A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?
WORDS SHLD BE FREE. RELEASE THEM FROM THEIR SENTENCES.
The groundsell speakes not save what it heard at the hinges.
A heavier task could not have been impos'd,
Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable.
What a silence when you are here. What
a hellish silence.
You sit and I sit.
You lost and I lose.
Foul whisperings are abroad
when words make noise, silence can talk.
the word silence is still a sound, to speak is in itself to imagine knowing; and to no longer know, it would be necessary to no longer speak
Silence is the language of inertia.
'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
I give you warning. You and your false god cannot stand against the power of Alseiass! Leave now or suffer the consequences! If I call on Alseiass, you will know pain such as you have never felt." "Well, priest, if I take my blade to your fat hide, you'll know some pain yourself!
Who understood
Whatever has been said, sighed, sung,
Howled, miau-d, barked, brayed, belled, yelled, cried, crowed ...
In the new quiet I heard the sea as if my ears were laid against the ocean floor. I could hear everything. The rumbling earthquake of a ship and spider crabs moving between weeds.
One paire of eares drawes dry an hundred tongues.
The snow has quietness in it; no songs,
no smells, no shouts or traffic.
When I speak
my own voice shocks me.
They had just digested a recent meal of prepositions and were happily farting out apostrophes and ampersands; the air was heav'y with th'em&.
Trifling trouble find utterance; deeply felt pangs are silent.
Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.
Akthent on thee latht thyllable.
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.
Speak, then, o body, shout aloud, And break my only mind from chains To go where ploughing's ended.
Thou weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath.
Silence is deep as Eternity, speech is shallow as Time.
There is a place where words are born of silence.
Enough of words. Come to me without a sound.
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
Silence is a language not all people understand.
I tried out the unfamiliar syllables. They fit. They cracked in my ears like a fist through ice.
Alert. Aware. Dreams and memories slip away. Thoughts tumble. Tangled. Confused. Sounds from my mouth are primal. What I want to say, what I need to say stays locked inside.
[S]ometimes in writing of myself ... I have occasionally had the exquisite thrill of putting my finger on a little capsule of truth, and heard it give the faint squeak of mortality under my pressure, an antic sound.
Your voices break and falter in the darkness, Break, falter, and are still.
Words are miraculous things. They describe, captivate, provoke, vivify, encompass, pervade, inspire, preserve, and comfort. So much more than that, in fact, so as to leave me at a loss of ... words.
Silence is better than unmeaning words.
There's an uncomfortable silence, crackling with tension, unsaid words and vehement intensity.
Silence! I kill you!
Silence is often underestimated
Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer! List, ye landsmen all, to me; Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea.
Words are meager things, frail and fickle squandered by the privileged tongue
One disagreeable result of whispering is that it seems to evoke an atmosphere of silence, haunted by the ghosts of sound - strange cracks and tickings, the rustling of garments that have no substance in them, and the tread of dreadful feet that would leave no mark on the sea-sand or the winter snow.
Oh better far those echoing hells
Half-threaten'd in the pealing bells
Than that this 'I' should cease to be -
Our silence is deafening and deadly.
When silence become silent, it speaks silently but loudly
O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away
One whisper, added to a thousand others, becomes a roar of discontent
and in those three syllables, Mustafa heard
They tire of quiet, that have known the storm
Move thy tongue,
For silence is a sign of discontent.
What we can't speak, we say in silence.
These words were utter'd in a pensive mood, Even while mine eyes were on that solemn sight:
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.
Each of us has a tongue and a voice. These instruments of speech can be used destructively or employed constructively.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
Silence is the adornment of the wise, and for the foolish the only dignity possible.
Speaking commits me Listening teaches me Silence tempers me Birth
Men would live exceedingly quiet if these two words, mine and thine, were taken away.
I know it well, sir; you have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries that they live by your bare words.
Silence sweeter is than speech.
To every whisper if you listen carefully, you will hear or fail to hear something.
Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.
There are silences made just for us.
Let us sculpt in hopeless silence all our dreams of speaking.
You know There are moments when silence, prolonged and unbroken, More expressive may be than all words ever spoken.