Silence is the most perfect expression of scorn.
Silence is sometimes said too much.
The silence was part of the story I wanted to tell.
The most boring thing in the world? Silence.
If there is silence between us, please be the one who breaks it.
And Silence of the Lambs is a really smart book.
Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions.
When you silence your mind, faith walks in.
Maybe silence is something we're uncomfortable with as a culture, I don't know.
The biggest truths are the ones told after the longest silences
Darkness is a kind of visual silence, and monks love it.
Time crawls in the silence. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tock. Tock. Tock.
I start any work the same way. I start a rehearsal with silence.
I can hear the roar of women's silence.
Instantly a thick blackness seemed to enfold her and silence as of a dead world settled down upon her. Drowsy as she was she could not close her eyes nor refrain from listening. Darkness and silence were tangible things. She felt them. And they seeme...
The struggle for power had reached a new stage; it was fought with scientific formulas. The weapons vanished in the abyss like fleeting images, like pictures one throws into the fire.... When new models were displayed to the masses at the great parad...
All too often, when we see injustices, both great and small, we think, That's terrible, but we do nothing. We say nothing. We let other people fight their own battles. We remain silent because silence is easier. Qui tacet consentire videtur is Latin ...
When you share your misery, it will not diminish. When you fail to share your joy, it diminishes. Share your problems only with the Divine, not with anyone else, as that will only increase the problems. Share your joy with everyone. Listen to others;...
I went to the springs while the sun was still up, and sitting on a rocky outcrop above the cave mouth I watched the light grow reddish across the misty pools, and listened to the troubled voice of the water. After a while I moved farther up the hill,...
The doctor from the mainland came and went. Silence settled over the island again, like a displaced curtain falling back in thickened, heavier folds. For there was a different quality in the silence now. It had tasted something, rich food on which it...
Like most guys, I had bought into the stereotype that all feminists were white, lesbian, unattractive male bashers who hated all men. But after reading the work of these black feminists, I realized that this was far from the truth. After digging into...
