Silence Quotes
when I finally begin to driftinto sleepyour memory is the...firstand the moonlightthe last, to kiss my face.
Here the past was everywhere, an entire continent sown with memories.
His blue-green eyes were dark pools of immeasurable depth, pools you could drown yourself in and never again come up for air.
you areas fleetingly beautifulas a mother’s tearsand a father’s pranksa brother’s bachelorhoodand a best friend’s bad mooda bride’s glittering jittersand a handsome stranger’s smile.
... isn't breaking a supervillian out of jail a little ... much?
He feels the word close enough to absorb it
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.
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.
We are starved for quiet, to hear the sound of sheer silence that is the presence of God himself.
But the night doesn't swallow her up.Everywhere she goes she is still there
silence was never lost, she just had to stop screaming long enough to hear it:.
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.
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?
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.
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
savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night’sdream.
It is the darkness that makes the light visible, and not the other way around.
There is no doubt that we are a very cruel people, ' Winston Churchill wrote home from the front. 'Severity always, ' went the British motto, 'justice when possible.
Social mores, he argued, rules of protocol, concepts of rectitude and honor had no objective basis. They were only reflections of public and private fears.
The most painful emotions are better than none at all. Ironically, we make you human.
In the end we will realise that we only came to earth to love
There were always people who struggled their way to the top of the heap, no matter how much that heap looked like garbage when seen from the outside.
for all I can really do isstand herein September’s rainsavoring…soaking it all inslipping..and simplyholding on to poetryfor dear life.
leave me a smilejust warm enough...to spend a milliongolden afternoons in.
Give mea moon-blanket nightto keep me warma long-gone smileto comfort mea pair of rain-blue eyesto haunt mea simple soul...to love me.
let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars.
some poems frothand foam and rise...out of my morning cup ofmist-sweetened coffee.
there have been morningsso quiet and tenderlike a poem, on Thursday's lipsthat I wonderedif I'd been kissed at all...
may my faith always beat the end of the daylike a hummingbird...returningto its favorite flower.
i will forever be collidingwith a billion unnamedundiscovered stars, each of uson our own orbital paths.
It's over.""I am not the only lord in Hell. Others will rise to take my place. The Morningstar will crave revenge.""Let them come.
I understand. I know about the women gathering at Lourdes, the visits worldwide. You are all staying at the chateau. There are no accidents, ” Lilli said.
When Arecibo is not listening to anything else, it hears the voice of creation.
Acceptance, she thinks, is the harshest lesson life teaches and the one most important to learn.
The sweet-smelling aroma of the island spices still hung in the air. It filled his nostrils and titillated his appetite all over again. His appetite drove him mad for something much more than food.
The flower that does not smileat the branches withers.
Inaction in a deed of mercy becomes an action in a deadly sin.
at night i loved her at night i waited under the tarp at night i watched her looking up at the stars dreaming of a better time to watch me
Orion is above the horizon now, and near it Jupiter, brighter than it will ever be ... But i expect you can see it too. Some of our stars are the same.
The basis lies in the idea that if you're kind to others, good things will happen to you.
But you know all about that, being sorry and having no words to say something when you know you should but you just can't