Speech is of time, silence is of eternity.
Men point to the sad incidents of human life on earth, and they ask "Where is the love of God?" God points to that Cross as the unreserved manifestation of love so inconceivably infinite as to answer every challenge and silence all doubt for ever. And that Cross is not merely the public proof of what God has accomplished; it is the earnest of all that He has promised.
The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.
We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.
The time will come when our silence will be more powerful than the voices you strangle today.
and silence is the golden mountain
People dread silence because it is transparent; like clear water, which reveals every obstacle—the used, the dead, the drowned, silence reveals the cast-off words and thoughts dropped in to obscure its clear stream. And when people stare too close to silence they sometimes face their own reflections, their magnified shadows in the depths, and that frightens them. I know; I know.
But let us laugh carelessly like other men. Let us be timid even among fools. Let us knot silence around our throats. For they would surely kill us.
There was a terribly ghastly silence. There was a terribly ghastly noise. There was a terribly ghastly silence.
I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.
There is the dumb silence of slumber or apathy. . . the fertile silence of awareness, pasturing the soul. . . the silence of peaceful accord with other persons or communion with the cosmos.
I’m assuming you’re as mystified by this as the rest of us, Rasputin. No. I’m not. I have been planning to destroy the Breakworld since I was a child. [silence] This is why I don’t make so many jokes. I never know when is good.
I have always believed that I need a circumference of silence. As to what happens to when I composer, I really haven't the faintest idea.
If we understood the awesome power of our words, we would prefer silence to almost anything negative.
It's more for me as with going into a forest: if you sit quietly for a long time, the life around you emerges. As the world grows ever more clamorous, my hunger for silence steepens. I unplug the landline.
The menopause is probably the least glamorous topic imaginable; and this is interesting, because it is one of the very few topics to which cling some shreds and remnants of taboo. A serious mention of menopause is usually met with uneasy silence; a sneering reference to it is usually met with relieved sniggers. Both the silence and the sniggering are pretty sure indications of taboo.
Only through the Eucharist is it possible to live the heroic virtues of Christianity: charity, to the point of forgiving one's enemies; love for those who make us suffer; chastity in every age and situation of life; patience in suffering and when one is shocked by the silence of God in the tragedies of history or of one's own personal existence. You must always be Eucharistic souls in order to be authentic Christians
Everything is Song. Everything is Silence. Since it all turns out to be illusion, perfectly being what it is, having nothing to do with good or bad, you are free to die laughing.
We do not need a censorship of the press. We have a censorship by the press. . . It is not we who silence the press. It is the press who silences us.
If we took a moment of silence for each person lost to abortion, we would be silent for over 100 years.
