A man's vanity is more fragile that you might think. It's easy for us to mistake shyness for coldness, and silence for indifference.
Silence - best answer for all the questions does certainly be, Your smile - best reaction to all the life’s situations positively. [228] - 4 (Thoughts)
Work hard in silence, let your success be your noise.
A few melancholy birds were pipping and wailing, until the round red sun sank slowly into the western shadows; then an empty silence fell
...all winter the acorns and red Maple leaf moldered in silence - in the same way grief is gnawing at me - slowly, imperceptibly... consuming...
'Nothing can make death easier,' Cala said, 'but silence can make it harder.' 'Speaking helps not,' Maia said.
The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it's made up of all the things we wish we could say, if only we had the guts.
Poem in other words may or may not result from inspiration but must (in reader and author alike) produce it--
A tissue of small sounds filled the room, a bird, a clock, a voice from another garden. What we call silence.
the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.
The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth,
The wall of silence that exists between us is as long as the Great Wall of China. And though it’s the same length, our wall is about two bricks quieter.
She trailed off when she realised Will was turning a dull red. For a big, muscular guy, he sure blushed a lot.
If you can't imagine it, think clumsy silence. Think bits and pieces of floating despair. And drowning in a train.
Great is truth, but still greater, from a practical point of view, is silence about truth.
Silence has always been my default mode—my best defense against the rest of the world.
In the black chaos where the seas and the skies become confused let the projectors blow their white trumpets of silence ("Roundness")
He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it.
To hike out alone in the desert; to sleep on the valley floor on a night with no moon, in the pitch black, just listening to the boom of silence: you can't imagine what that's like.
It was a stillness so profound one had to adjust one’s hearing to it. .... The silence seemed to be trying to tell him something about itself.
You are never alone, your Angels always whisper to your heart. By silencing your mind, you can be filled with their Love.
