When one writer tries to silence another, he silences every writer-and in the end he also silences himself.
Silence before being born, silence after death: life is nothing but noise between two unfathomable silences.
It was one of those problematic occasions with long silences, sporadic coughs, and people saying isolated things like, "Well, isn't this nice.
Whether history will judge this war to be different or not we cannot say. But this we can say with certainty: A government and a society that silences those who dissent is one that has lost its way.
I think political correctness really does help us when it serves us but it doesn't help us when it silences us.
I pass times, I pass silences, formless worlds pass me by.
I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.
Never rush an emotion; everything in life has a rhythm, it is the pauses and silences that speak the truth.
It's very intense to be in front of a live audience. It's just an amazing experience. It's dangerous. Everything out there is heightened. The bad stuff is extra-worse. The silences are extra-silent. The good stuff is amazing. It's electric when you walk out there. For 90 minutes, you're on this other planet.
Silences can be as different as sounds.
I love your silences, they are like mine.
He who has heard the Word of God can bear his silences.
They don’t have silences together; they have noise. Mostly his.
Overall, my books represent a kind of shared communion and meditation with my fellow human beings. . . The books are also a part of what I call the great continuum of spiritual literary dialogue that I feel has been in progress since human beings first gave in to the urge to pray to their sense of something greater than themselves and interpreted certain signs or events or silences as responses to those prayers.
Any historical narrative is a bundle of silences.
May my silences become more accurate.
It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.
Walking and talking are two very great pleasures, but it is a mistake to combine them. Our own noise blots out the sounds and silences of the outdoor world; and talking leads almost inevitably to smoking, and then farewell to nature as far as one of our senses is concerned. The only friend to walk with is one who so exactly shares your taste for each mood of the countryside that a glance, a halt, or at most a nudge, is enough to assure us that the pleasure is shared.
There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing
There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt.