silence

Sometimes, silence speaks louder than words. Just because it is peaceful, it doesn__ mean it is still and void, as a few may think. It is insightful, powerful and full of meaning. It is when one can__ lie to oneself. You have to learn to listen to what she is not saying. Listen to her silence. And listen to yours, too.

silence can be words but words cannot be silence

Powerful words that penetrate the psyche are not forgotten while silence is.

Some things should never be said. Not out loud in clear, simple words. You talk around them. You leave gaps and blanks. You use other words and talk in curves and arcs for the worst things because you need to keep them like mist. Words are dangerous. Like a spell, if you name the mist, call out all of the words that describe it sharp and clear, you turn it solid, into something that no one should ever hold in their hands. Better that it stays like water, slipping between your fingers.

Crash studied her. Sometimes he seemed to understand her silence better than her words.

There are words, which should leave unspoken, and the true value of a man lies in the words the he has for not saying.

It's funny how that works. Sometimes not speaking says more than all the words in the world. Sometimes my silence is saying, I don't know how to speak to you. I don't know what you're thinking. Talk to me. Tell me everything you've ever said. All the words. Starting from your very first one.

Today words curve around my vision,Stumbling from my parched coreTo soak again those strands of silence.

When words have vanished, when daily habits have extinguished emotional exchange, only killing silence remains and indifference takes over. ( "Words had disappeared" )

The more deeper you think, the more silence you become. You understand the reasons behind the reason. It may not necessarily mean you are short of words. You however know what ignorance can trigger and how to deal with ignorance and purpose. The timeliness of your word is surely on point

I wondered how he'd learned to push the words away, to drown them, to not feel them pounding against his head and his heart, begging to be spoken.

Is not most talkingA crazed defense of a crumbling fort?I thought we came hereTo surrender in Silence.

... but I could also write about love. How a hand can silence thousands of voices and how someone__ smell can make you feel at home even though you__e a million miles away fromhomeand have you ever hurt someone you love? Because you__e angry. Because you__e disappointed and sad and you just really wanted to love and be loved in returnbut life got in the way and you both said things that should never be said and you__e angry but don__ know how to. Because you still feel this strange love for him, but you__e also fucking angry and you want to hit him, but then hug him because hurting him is hurting yourself, and then hit him again because you__e angry! and so you fall on your knees because you__e hopeless to yourself and your own emotionsand that__ love, my friend.

To often we speak just to hear the sound of our own voice, when we should speak only when the words are sweeter than silence.

The more deeper you think, the more silent you become. You understand the reasons behind the reason. It may not necessarily mean you are short of words. You however know what ignorance can trigger and how to deal with ignorance and purpose. The timeliness of your word is surely on point.

why talk and say the unsaid words in haste when silence can speak the unspoken words?

_he didn__ needs words or even want them because he knew how they could lie, could heat your blood and disappear.

...people would tell you much more than you expected to if you were generically presentable and left silence next to them like a friendly stranger; it was like they were waiting for some friendly silence so they could fill it with words; and words were useful, words were hints and intimations, words were fingers pointed in certain directions, if you listened carefully..