What we cannot speak about we must pass over in silence.
I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.
Without stories we would go mad. Life would lose its moorings or lose its orientations. even in silence we are living our stories
I'm not frightened of a bit of silence.
I enjoy playing characters where the silence is loud.
Shame cannot survive being spoken. It cannot tolerate having words wrapped around it. What it craves is secrecy, silence, and judgment. If you stay quiet, you stay in a lot of self-judgment.
My mom told me that I should trust the man who could see the sorrow behind my smile, the love behind my anger, and the reasons behind my silence.
Beside all the small reasons we assign, there is a great reason for the existence of every extant fact; a reason which lies grandand immovable, often unsuspected behind it in silence.
When our whole life is one faith, hope, love, prayer and silence, a consecrated life always bound up in the Eucharist, then the 'urge' towards God springs.
Is it not true, then, that my life with all its limitation touches at many points the life of the World Beautiful? Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be, therein to be content.
They criticize the silent ones. They criticize the talkative ones. They criticize the moderate ones. There is no one in the world who escapes criticism.
A few times in my life I've had moments of clarity where the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think.
The speech of God is silence. His Word is solitude.
I answered my father's demands for sympathy with silence.
Silence is the mother of truth.
Our silence is deafening and deadly.
Art destroys silence.
Every being cries out in silence to be read differently. Do not be indifferent to these cries.
Why are we embarassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?
I have a talent for silence and brevity. I can keep silent when it seems best to do so, and when I speak I can, and do usually, quit when I am done. This talent, or these two talents, I have cultivated. Silence and concise, brief speaking have got me some laurels, and, I suspect, lost me some. No odds. Do what is natural to you, and you are sure to get all the recognition you are entitled to.