Silence Quotes
Whoever would overthrow the liberty of a nation must begin by subduing the freeness of speech.
Today is a gift from God - that is why it is called the present.
What is addiction, really? It is a sign, a signal, a symptom of distress. It is a language that tells us about a plight that must be understood.
I was discovering that the most precious gift someone can give us is time, because what gives time its value is death.
When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.
Language can only deal meaningfully with a special, restricted segment of reality. The rest, and it is presumably the much larger part, is silence.
I believe that truth has only one face: that of a violent contradiction.
Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.
Faith is realizing that you always get what you need.
Wise is the one who learns from another´s mistakes. Less wise is the one who learns only from his own mistakes. The fool keeps making the same mistakes again and again and never learns from them.
I would lay down everything I possess, even my soul, for you. If that isn't love, it's the best I have.
The emotions - love, mirth, the heroic, wonder, tranquility, fear, anger, sorrow, disgust - are in the audience.
Strangers take a long time to become acquainted, particularly when they are from the same family.
I knew of no instruction manual for reaching a higher level of humanity and a greater wisdom. But I felt intuitively that laughter was the beginning of wisdom, as is was indispensable for survival.
If my work is accepted, I must move on to the point where it is not.
Right now, I had everything I could ask for. It wasn't a long list, but it was a very satisfying one, starting with the love of my life back in my arms.
I loved you long before you loved me. It's the only thing I have you beat at, and I'll bring it up every chance I get.
Anything was better than nothing. Half-full was better than empty. Ignorance was the lowest form of humiliation and suffering.
God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.
And you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too.
The look he gave her made her turn away for a moment. Sometimes you couldn’t look too closely at another person’s pain.
I couldn't escape him, now or ever. He'd always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces I couldn't control, let alone escape.
Take care not to listen to anyone who tells you what you can and can't be in life.
In a world where language and naming are power, silence is oppression, is violence.
Lies were something you told other people to make things easier, somehow - hopefully, for them, but often more selfishly for yourself.
Vee never needed a reason to do something stupid. Sad thing was, most of the time I didn't either.
His blue-green eyes were dark pools of immeasurable depth, pools you could drown yourself in and never again come up for air.
savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night’sdream.
Do you think they're going to buy that a guy in tacky leather chaps dances like this?" I scoffed when he twirled me back into his emb
I don't have a car."His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here, " I explained. "I'm on foot.""Angel, " he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.
I don't have the body for this, " I quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. "No curves."Jev's eyes held mine. "Are you asking my opinion?
But it is the subjects, the conversations, the facts we shy away from, which claim us in the form of writer's block, as mere rhetoric, as hysteria, insomnia, and constriction of the throat.
silence was never lost, she just had to stop screaming long enough to hear it:.
But the night doesn't swallow her up.Everywhere she goes she is still there
We are starved for quiet, to hear the sound of sheer silence that is the presence of God himself.
Of silence, I can say only what I heard, that all things are known by that which they make or leave–and so speech isn’t itself, but its effect, and silence is the same.
Behind the depressing silence of the sea, the silence of God …. the feeling that while men raise their voices in anguish God remains with folded arms, silent.
He feels the word close enough to absorb it
... isn't breaking a supervillian out of jail a little ... much?
There’s no such thing as fate. It’s just the word men give to decisions which have worked out badly.
