We can see the child moving rather serenely in the uterus. The child senses aggression in its sanctuary. We see the child's mouth wide open in a silent scream.
There are many worse friends than the soft, silent, furry, cat-folk.
Wilson stopped and stood silent. Inattention dies a quick and sure death when a speaker does that.
I actually prefer the silent black and white version of the Wizard Of Oz from the 20's.
We live our little life; but Heaven is above us and all around and close to us; and Eternity is before us and behind us; and suns and stars are silent witnesses and watchers over us. We are enfolded by Infinity.
In its flawless grace and superior self-sufficiency I have seen a symbol of the perfect beauty and bland impersonality of the universe itself, objectively considered, and in its air of silent mystery there resides for me all the wonder and fascination of the unknown.
How beautiful are dreams! In dreams the dead may live, even the long dead and the very silent.
Grown-ups didn't seem to realize that for me, as for most other schoolboys, it was easier to keep silent than to speak. I was a natural oyster.
My hand seemed arrested by a silent veto.
Indifference to evil is more insidious than evil itself. It is a silent justification affording evil acceptability in society.
A great silent space holds all of nature in its embrace. It also holds you.
I was never enthusiastic about being somebody who was supposed to be silent about being a member of something.
For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.
Le silence est la plus grande perse cution: jamais les saints ne se sont tus. Silence is the greatest of all persecutions: no saint was ever silent.
There's a reason why the form was originally silent
One reason we can hardly bear to remain silent is that it makes us feel so helpless. We are so accustomed to relying upon words to manage and control others. If we are silent, who will take control? God will take control, but we will never let him take control until we trust him. Silence is intimately related to trust.
There is ebb and flow. Leaving and coming. Flight and fall. Sing and silent. Reaching and reached.
I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.
God walks with us. He scoops us up in His arms or simply sits with us in silent strength until we cannot avoid the awesome recognition that yes, even now, He is there.
Most of all, I like the quiet, rounded tugs. They remind me of women. As I watch them work I see them as kindly, no-fuss boats which patiently tend much larger, grander and more important-looking ships. They make sure these ships get to the right place as the right time, shepherding them with a pull or a push as needed. Their power is not immediately obvious but it is there - inside. I watch them a lot and never tire of seeing their unsung but absolutely essential work. The silent strong women of the sea.