I regret often that I have spoken never that I have been silent.

They weren't smiling and were looking in opposite directions, but it was as if their bodies flowed smoothly into each other's, through their arms and fingers. . . . There was a shared space between...

And the wind falls silent, and the birds fall silent, and the wild cherry trees no longer shiver and creek.

Words can't explain everything. But silence never fails to mean something

Mr Hawkins said nothing

And yet he found comfort in the absence of telling.

A cat understands how to be pleasant in the morning. He doesn't talk.

It was the same way with silence. This was more than silence. A deaf person can feel vibrations. Here there was nothing to feel.

The classroom fell quiet, a long heavy silence that roared in Roy's ears like a train.

Word by word, the language of women so often begins with a whisper.

Silence is not our heritage but our destiny; we live where we want to live.

The soul might be silent but the servant of the soul has always got a voice and it has got one for a reason.

In the meantime the strike is over, with a remarkably low loss of life. All is quiet, they report, all is quiet.In the deserted harbour there is yet water that laps against the quays. In the dark and...

From the old wood came an ancient melancholy, somehow soothing to her, better than the harsh insentience of the outer world. She liked the inwardness of the remnant of forest, the unspeaking reticence...

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

We are overhasty to speak as if God did not manifest himself by our silent feeling, and make his love felt through ours.

Talk, talk, talk: the utter and heartbreaking stupidity of words.

We sit for a few more moments, although there's really nothing left to say. This is new to me, too, an entire conversation that takes place in silence, because the heart has its own language. I will...

Maybe I was naïve to think that silence was implicit complacence, instead of a festering question. Maybe I was silly to believe that friends owed each other anything.

Seeing her sitting there unresponsive makes me realize that silence has a sound.

He'd kept this silence because his own secrets were darker, more hidden, and because he believed that his secrets had created hers.

When I pronounce the word Future,the first syllable already belongs to the past.When I pronounce the word Silence,I destroy it.

In their silence they continued both to protect me and to punish me. The memory of that night was now the only tie between us, eclipsing everything else.

The silences here are retreats of sound, like the retreat of the surf before a tidal wave: sound draining away, down slopes of acoustic passage, to gather, someplace else, to a great surge of noise.

A voice is a human gift; it should be cherished and used, to utter fully human speech as possible. Powerlessness and silence go together.

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams...

There are so many different forms of silence: the silence that tyrannical states force on their citizens, stealing their memories, rewriting their histories, and imposing on them a state-sanctioned...

I no longer believe that we can keep silent. We never really do, mind you. In one way or another we articulate what has happened to us through the kind of people we become.

It was entirely silent and I tried to breathe its peace.

Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing.