Silence Quotes - Page 6

Never miss a good chance to shut up.

You gotta be careful: don't say a word to nobody about nothing anytime ever.

Now listen, we need to be quiet as mice. No, quieter than that. As quiet as . . . as . . .”
“Dead mice?” Reynie suggested.
“Perfect,” said Kate with an approving nod. “As quiet as dead mice.

Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

We sit and talk,
quietly, with long lapses of silence
and I am aware of the stream
that has no language, coursing
beneath the quiet heaven of
your eyes
which has no speech

Stars open among the lilies.
Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
This is the silence of astounded souls.

I regret to say I'm
unable to reply to your unexpressed desires.

I like the posture, but not the yoga.
I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be still. I am sleeping.

Waking At Night

The blue river is grey at morning
and evening. There is twilight
at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark
wondering if this quiet in me now
is a beginning or an end.

All the rest is silence
On the other side of the wall;
And the silence ripeness,
And the ripeness all.

Four billion people on this earth
but my imagination is still the same.
It's bad with large numbers.
It's still taken by particularity.
It flits in the dark like a flashlight,
illuminating only random faces
while all the rest go by,
never coming to mind and never really missed.

Poems are difficult to silence.

When we walk in the sun
our shadows are like barges of silence.

O dear Himalaya...why are you so amazing, can I kiss your peak or can I just let your silence speak...O dear Himalaya...

The sweetest melody that plays
On starry nights and wintry days,
Most soothing to my listening ears
And calming to beleaguering fears,
I call a symphony on air―
The song of sweet, still silence rare.

Of all silences I had encountered this was the gravest and most inevitable: not the silence of secrets, but of knowing.

On the exoteric level the traditions are irreconcilable. On the esoteric, experiential level of the heart reigns an eloquent, reverential silence.

Do not break your silence to create war between people, but speak the truth that heals.

Music is pleasing not only because of the sound but because of the silence that is in it: without the alternation of sound and silence there would be no rhythm.

Silence

It has a sound, a fullness.
It's heavy with sigh of tree,
and space between breaths.
It's ripe with pause between birdsong
and crash of surf.
It's golden they say.
But no one tells us it's addictive.