In the world I am Always a stranger I do not understand its language It does not understand my silence
But silence is not a natural environment for stories. They need words. Without them they grown pale, sicken and die. And then they haunt you.
I prefer silence. Then you can hear thoughts and see into the past. In silence you can’t hide anything … as you can in words.
Don't fear conflict, fear the silence.
The constitution of madness as a mental illness, at the end of the eighteenth century, affords the evidence of a broken dialogue, posits the separation as already effected, and thrusts into oblivion all those stammered, imperfect words without fixed syntax in which the exchange between madness and reason was made. The language of psychiatry, which is a monologue of reason about madness, has been established only on the basis of such a silence.
Music is silence, which in dreaming begins to sound
There are times when the air that floats between mortals becomes, in its stillness and silence, as cruel as the edge of a scythe.
Jesus wept once; possibly more than once. There are times when God asks nothing of His children except silence, patience, and tears.
The only place the mind will ever find peace is inside the silence of the heart. That's where you need to go
Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.
Within the silence, expansion, and sustained day by day concentration, I grow permeable.
The two friends stood for a few moments on the windy street corner, not speaking a word, as two travelers, who have lost their way, sometimes stand and admit their perplexity in silence. (O Pioneers!)
If there is no silence beyond and within the many words of doctrine, there is no religion, only a religious ideology. For religion goes beyond words and actions, and attains to the ultimate Truth only in silence and Love.
Money buys everything except love, personality, freedom, immortality, silence, peace.
A great silence is spreading over the natural world even as the sound of man is becoming deafening.
There is no shame in confusion or fear. "There was only shame in the silence fear had produced. . . . It was the silence that betrayed us. "
One develops an instinct for letting silence do the heavy lifting. In the three, four, five seconds that passed without either of us speaking, the many ways the conversation could go came and went like time-lapse film of flowers blooming and dying.
It is like being in the desert. At first you listen to the absence of sounds and call it silence. Then suddenly you may be taken by the presence of stillness where you are one with listening itself.
Why are we embarassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?
There is a divine depth in silence. We meet God alone.