Explore Quotes on Silence

You can hear the footsteps of God when silence reigns in the mind.

Speech is often barren; but silence also does not necessarily brood over a full nest. Your still fowl, blinking at you without remark, may all the while be sitting on one addled egg; and when it takes to cackling will have nothing to announce but that addled delusion.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

Silence is as full of potential wisdom and wit as the unshown marble of great sculpture. The silent bear no witness against themselves.

Silence is the unbearable repartee.

He knew the precise psychological moment when to say nothing.

I have been breaking silence these twenty-three years and have hardly made a rent in it.

From politics it was an easy step to silence.

Speech is of time, silence is of eternity.

Tis best to be silent in a bad cause.

Learn taciturnity and let that be your motto!

I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.

The silence that accepts merit as the most natural thing in the world is the highest applause.

Ask a wise man to dinner and he'll upset everyone by his gloomy silence or tiresome questions. Invite him to a dance and you'll have a camel prancing about. Haul him off to a public entertainment and his face will be enough to spoil the people's entertainment.

Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all foolish acts, a balm to our every chagrin, as welcome after satiety as after disappointment; that background which the painter may not daub, be he master or bungler, and which, however awkward a figure we may have made in the foreground, remains ever our inviolable asylum, where no indignity can assail, no personality can disturb us.

Silence in the face of injustice is complicity with the opressor.

We cannot silence the voices that we do not like hearing. We can, however, do everything in our power to make certain that other voices are heard.

Silence kills the soul; it diminishes its possibilities to rise and fly and explore. Silence withers what makes you human. The soul shrinks, until it's nothing.

The answer to injustice is not to silence the critic but to end the injustice.

We had no churches, no religious organizations, no sabbath day, no holidays, and yet we worshiped. Sometimes the whole tribe would assemble to sing and pray; sometimes a smaller number, perhaps only two or three. The songs had a few words, but were not formal. The singer would occasionally put in such words as he wished instead of the usual tone sound. Sometimes we prayed in silence; sometimes each one prayed aloud; sometimes an aged person prayed for all of us. At other times one would rise and speak to us of our duties to each other and to Usen. Our services were short.

Every day silence harvests its victims. Silence is a mortal illness.