Silence Quotes
Then don't you dare tell me my dreams are insane! Because my dreams are what I live for!
Life is not about living the safer option. Life is about living a life worth living.
His lips reached mine and enveloped them, soft as velvet and yet unyielding.
His silent, stony face was only inches away now. He was so near, so terribly near – and then he moved to close the last bit of distance.
i am infinitely yearningbrimmingand overflowingin wordsi discoverit’s another wayfor meto be in tears.
how can i everbreathe normally againafter having been cradledby the kind of sorrowso silent, that it nourishesafter having been sweptby the kind of joyso absolute, that it wounds.
Children were huge, wild creatures full of promise and hope and dirt and mischief.
Dead. Supposedly Suicide. That's how they'll kill Michael too. Make it look like a suicide or an accident of some sort.
I've learned that the most unbelievable is the most believable.
if you unquestioningly accept one piece of the culture that despises and fears you, you are vulnerable to other pieces.
Can you smell his sweat? That peculiar goatish odor is trans-3-methyl-2 hexenoic acid. Remember it, it's the smell of schizophrenia.
The human face shines as it speaks of thingsNear itself, thoughts full of dreams.The human face shines like a dark skyAs it speaks of those things that oppress the living
Don't worry about your future in the past, Otherwise the sense of enjoyment won't last.By Vinay Chawla
If you believe what you say, words become reality.
how these words, wait to diein the arms of all the poetry..yet to be written.
I did pray. I kept on Praying. But prayer did nothing to alleviate their suffering.
Remember, whenever you have two things, two alternatives, choose the new one, choose the harder, choose the one in which more awareness will be needed.
Watch. Whenever mind says something, see that it is again putting you into a routine. Try to do something new and the mind will have less a grip on you.
give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.
Once we learn the beautiful language of love, we may understand the language of everyone's heart
Good things happen to those who wait. It's the waiting that takes the longest.
awake, then die in the arms of a modified lover sleep, then dream in the absence of a tangible lover envision, then sing in the thralls of a hungry lover
What's a rainy daywithout some deliciouscoffee-flavoured loneliness?
And it is silence that she hears, the silence of lost years that have no voice left in them.
I was beginning to think that in life there might be some suffering that was worth enduring.
From being a movement aiming for universal freedom, communism turned into a system of universal despotism. That is the logic of utopia.
runaway my phantom bride and take your bouquet of poisonous flowers float away specter and take the rest of my desire
There is nothing I want but your presence.In friendship, time dissolves.Life is a cup. This connectionis pure wine. What else are cups for?I used to have twenty thousanddifferent desires.
He knew at once it was a human bone, when he took it from the baby who was sitting on the floor chewing it.
The reason why darkness terrifying for us, he reflected, is that there remains in us the instinctive fear the primitive man had when there was as yet no light.
This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.
Hard. That was what he looked like. That was what you first noticed about him: a hard, chiselled face, like that that of some ancient Greek statue.
You expect me to come and work for you dressed up as a man?” I gasped.
There’s no such thing as fate. It’s just the word men give to decisions which have worked out badly.
God never cooperates with evil. He simply offers us the opportunity to transform the painful experiences in our lives into advantages and blessings. (Fr. Maximos)
Pictures ... flashed on her in sudden color, too much color, shocking color, the color that leaps out of black when lightning strikes at night.
..i spill intothe kind of silenceonly Khalil Gibran would understand.
Poetry is, among other things, a criticism of language.
My brother, " Will growled. "And your friend. You'd better not treat him the way you treat me.
It's important to know what you think, my dear, or else you will be so hemmed in by other people's ideas and opinions, you won't have room for your own.
let my heart always belike it is...this very momentready to explode...with lovea violent rainstorm...with no streamno ocean vast enoughto flow into.
for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.