I believe that the silence of God, the absolute speechlessness of Him is a long, long, and awful thing that the whole world is lost because of.
I am in total silence when I write - I don't even like the sound of the dryer going - I like the quiet.
The only thing I trust is silence. And I trust silence completely.
Which of you would be silent - when all else sings together in unison?
I don't think of myself as a great improver. A lot of times there's long periods of silence when everyone in the recording studio is looking at their watch and waiting for me to say something. And I'm searching desperately in my brain for anything before something dribbles out.
Go Placidly, Amid the noise and Haste & Remember what peace there may be in silence.
What emerges from the silence is the deafening sound of an old world disintegrating.
Silence makes me feel vulnerable.
In silence one can receive more because all one's activities become concentrated at one point. There is only one real rhythm; in silence you hear it. When you live to the rhythm of this silence, you become it, slowly; everything you do, you do to it.
The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed.
I don't listen to music when I write. I need silence so I can hear the sound of the words.
Expediency often silences justice.
Lord, how great is our dilemma! In Thy Presence silence best becomes us, yet love inflames our hearts and constrains us to speak.
The most beautiful words of love are told in silence for a look.
I tell my students one of the most important things they need to know is when they are at their best, creatively. They need to ask themselves, What does the ideal room look like? Is there music? Is there silence? Is there chaos outside or is there serenity outside? What do I need in order to release my imagination?
That is the problem with age and wisdom—it merely shows you how helpless you are. The wiser you become, the more you learn to keep your mouth shut, until eventually the grave silences you forever.
A closed mouth gathers no foot.
Be silent or let thy words be worth more than silence.
So many of you have lost everything. I do not know what to tell you. But surely he knows what to tell you! So many of you have lost members of your family. I can only be silent; I accompany you silently, with my heart. . .
We hear the ambient noise of children singing. We hear lions and tigers roar. Hyenas laugh. Some jungle bird or howler monkey declares its existence, screeching a maniac's gibberish. Our entire world, always doing battle against the silence and obscurity of death.