Best 3011 quotes in «silence quotes» category

I am worn out with civility. I have been talking incessantly all night, and with nothing to say. But with you there may be peace. You will not want to be talked to. Let us have the luxury of silence.

I bathed myself in silence, wrapped warmly in the comfort of the quiet. Yes, the stillness accepts us as we are.

I breathe in...the silence of my own heart aching with tenderness with memories.. Of home.

I decided that in spite of my silence I would demonstrate and reproduce in reality the picture of the church that I saw inside my spirit

I'd had much practice turning my mind away from certain memories of my childhood. I could quickly dial her remembered voice from a whisper to a silence.

I did not believe in stalemates. I believed in resolutions, one way or another, and if I found myself on the losing end, so be it. Losing meant quiet, and forgetting quickly, and giving up nothing of any real worth to me. I did not debate restaurant bills, politics, wrongly delivered mail, divorces. These things were officiously loud, and silence was always best.

I did not speak. I have found in any Q&A, in court, in witness interviews, wherever, often the best thing you can do is wait, say nothing. The witness will want to fill the awkward silence. He will feel a vague compassion to keep talking, to prove he is not holding back, to prove he is smart and in the know, to earn your trust.

I didn't really have any sharable anecdotes. That's the thing about anxiety - it limits your experiences so the only stories you have to tell are the "I went mad" ones.

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.

I do not care what I labeled, as long as I am heard.

I do not wish my anger and pain and fear about cancer to fossilize into yet another silence, nor to rob me of whatever strength can lie at the core of this experience, openly acknowledged and examined ... imposed silence about any area of our lives is a tool for separation and powerlessness.

I don’t argue; I listen in silence with love. My silence answers better than my voice.

I don’t know: perhaps it’s a dream, all a dream. (That would surprise me.) I’ll wake, in the silence, and never sleep again. (It will be I?) Or dream (dream again), dream of a silence, a dream silence, full of murmurs (I don’t know, that’s all words), never wake (all words, there’s nothing else). You must go on, that’s all I know. They’re going to stop, I know that well: I can feel it. They’re going to abandon me. It will be the silence, for a moment (a good few moments). Or it will be mine? The lasting one, that didn’t last, that still lasts? It will be I? You must go on. I can’t go on. You must go on. I’ll go on. You must say words, as long as there are any - until they find me, until they say me. (Strange pain, strange sin!) You must go on. Perhaps it’s done already. Perhaps they have said me already. Perhaps they have carried me to the threshold of my story, before the door that opens on my story. (That would surprise me, if it opens.) It will be I? It will be the silence, where I am? I don’t know, I’ll never know: in the silence you don’t know. You must go on. I can’t go on. I’ll go on.

I don't know that I brood. I just occasionally take time out to silently consider the specific ways in which others have wronged me.

I don’t speak a word about you but, You are there in every word I speak. I may forgive you On the day when my heart no longer Whispers your name or On the day I no longer see you in my dreams. You were my dream in the day time Now, I am going to hide you In my silence All through the night. I don’t speak a word about you but, You are there in every word I speak.

I don’t think I have as many friends as I thought I did, not close ones, not many who I connect with on that deep level of language that doesn’t just allow us to be ourselves with each other but allows us to be understood, even when we’re not saying anything. Silence—awkward or comfortable—is a language too. Awkward silence screams, “We have nothing in common.” Comfortable silence proves just how much we do.

I'd rather be not the light in your life The bright day might make me obscure I'd rather be the cold darkness For it remains, unseen, uncertain and unsure

If I tell some one that I love him – as I may have told a hundred others – my words will convey nothing to him; but the silence which will ensue, if I do indeed love him, will make clear in what depths lie the roots of my love, and will in its turn give birth to a conviction, that shall itself be silent; and in the course of a lifetime, this silence and this conviction will never again be the same. …

I enjoyed that awkward 3 minutes of silence.

(I dreamt of a long trip) I dreamt of contemplating Your eyes, your hair - their colors The sun would leave in his hours. I dreamt of your seasons -Your body leaned against my horizon. I dreamt of your face I dreamt of your hands I dreamt of your kisses I dreamt of a symphony Just few notes accompanied -I dreamt of your wrists. I dreamt of your heart Of everything you emanate The perfume that your soul wears I dreamt of your smile To hear you laugh, and cry -I dreamt of seeing you alive I dreamt of your presence From your silence And all your metamorphoses (I dreamed of a long trip) Around your closed eyelids.

I dreamt of paradise for long, Kept my patience intact, But when sourness hit the bong, I couldn't bear the fact. The sky has its limit, So do I, Hold back and sit, It's always been a bye. The touch of reality, Never touched you, It's been my fantasy, Waiting in the queue. Differences are many, Likenesses are few, Something so uncanny, Always existed in my hue. Deep into the vault, I will bury, This everlasting cult, Not in hurry,Not in fury.

If he silently decides not to say something when they’re talking, Marianne will ask ‘what?’ within one or two seconds. This ‘what?’ question seems to him to contain so much: not just the forensic attentiveness to his silences that allows her to ask in the first place, but a desire for total communication, a sense that anything unsaid is an unwelcome interruption between them.

If I am ever unexpectedly stopped in my car by the police, my response after pulling over in a populated area is to politely and clearly inform them that I am unarmed, I am recording everything, if they want to take me to the police station that they will need to appoint a lawyer, and I am now using my USA federal right to silence.

If someone deserves your silence, don’t deprive them of it.

I found all my prayers answered in the silence of the stone.

...if saved words were gold, Susan had sometimes reflected, then Conchetta would be as rich as the Mayor's sister was reputed to be.

If silences could be pregnant, then this one went to full term.

I found all my prayers answered in the silence of my heart.

If she'd just kept her mouth shut, she would have been perfect, but no...

If there is so much to tell between two people but nothing is spoken then may be because everything is being told through silence!

If we can't have world peace, I'll settle for a quiet room.

If there is silence between us, please be the one who breaks it.

If we don’t live in the same vibe, it is hard to be aware of each other. When our reading differs from our neighbors’ reality, our surroundings may take a range of discordant shades and daily episodes become unrecognizable. But if we endeavor to find out, the “who is who”, the “what is what” and the “where is Waldo”, we might demonstrate our social literacy and connectedness. ("Fish for silence.")

If you cannot understand me in my speech, how can you understand me in my silence?

If you are tired, take shelter in silence! If you want to find the truth, take shelter in silence! If you're tired of people, if you missed yourself, if you just want to watch the world or if you want to heal your soul, take shelter in silence!

If you are walking in silence without disturbing the silence then you really love the silence!

If you are trading silence or compliance for love, you are being cheated. When acceptance or love is withheld if you reveal secrets, the value of the relationship is just an illusion. Love cannot be earned, bought or traded–only freely given. You are worthy of love that doesn’t require you to protect your abuser or sacrifice yourself.

If you had been born in a civilization in which the rising sun was called 'my sun,' you would consider it your sun.

If you really wish to contribute anything worthy to the world; offer your silence with smile.

If you haven't guessed it already," I said, something fervent and resonating slipping into my tone, "I need you, too." "Is that a yes?" he asked, pushing his fingers through my hair, fanning it out around my sholders and searching my face intently. "Please let it be yes," he said with a gravelly edge. "Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you, even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.

If you're silent for a long time, people just arrive in your mind.

If you think that nobody hears your screams, try silence!

I have always felt deep within myself that I do not trust that I am already OK as I am, and that I do not trust that life takes care of me. But now I discover a silent place in the depth of my inner being, where I am already one with life, where I am OK as I am. It is also a silent inner place of healing and wholeness, where I can find a love and acceptance for that which is imperfect within myself.

I gave up something I wanted for something I need. And I need you, Angel.

I had lots of good intentions but I wasted them on people who didn't deserve them...

I have always had the capacity to go within myself and to discover the silence within, the inner meditative quality, the inner source of love and truth – the inner language of silence. Now I also notice that this silence is going deeper, and that I go beyond the ego and disappear into the silence. First this brought up fear, but now I am enjoying this meditation of disappering into the silence and to be nobody. I have started experimenting with this phenomenon to understand how to consciously go beyond the ego: yesterday when I took a cofee at a restaurant, I consciously turned my attention within and disappeared into the silence, which was like finding an inner source of bliss. In aloneness, I experiment with being consciously alone as a door to be egoless. In conscious aloneness, the ego can not function. In aloneness, your are not. When I am walking, I consciously experiment with being with Existence without having the mind constantly commenting. I try to just be wordlessly with the people and situations that I meet on my walk. When I can just be with Existence, it opens the door to be one with the Whole.

I had a day when I was busy in the world, where the activity created a turmoil on the surface of my consciousness like waves on the surface of the ocean, which made it difficult to see through the waves to the inner silence. It reminded me that we need to develop both the capacity to use the mind when engaged in activity and social relations, and to be able to let go of the activity and to come in contact with the deep inner silence. The relationship between being active in the world and in social relations and the inner silence is like the relationship between the waves on the surface of the ocean and the deep inner silence on the bottom of the ocean.

I have always been on speaking terms with God, especially now. God and I just had a few weeks of silence. 'Tis over now.

I have ceased and desisted from smiling The frosty wind chills lips - say so long To one hope of which will be lesser, Instead there will be one more song. And this song, without my volition, I will give out for laughter and parable, For this that the silence of love Is to me simply unbearable.

I heard silence, silence infinite as the bottom of the ocean, a silence that sealed.