silence

If you observe the pace of my breaths, you won't need to listen to my words.

The most colorful thing in the world is black and white, it contains all colors and at the same time excludes all.

Jacinta never told Penelope that she loved her. The nurse knew that those who really love, love in silence, with deeds and not with words.

who did I think we were.who did I thinkI could make you.this is the oldest mistake,to confuse wantingwith magic. silence is the undoingof every spell, and we are expertsin the unsaid. even now, I forgetto put us in past tense. as ifthe air in this city were the same.as if love is anything like its speaking.

A single word can brighten the faceof one who knows the value of words.Ripened in silence, a single wordacquires a great energy for work.War is cut short by a word,and a word heals the wounds,and there__ a word that changespoison into butterand honey.Let a word mature inside yourself.Withhold the unripened thought.Come and understand the kind of wordthat reduces money and riches to dust.Know when to speak a wordand when not to speak at all.A single word turns the universe of hellinto eight paradises.Follow the Way. Don__ be fooledby what you already know. Be watchful.Reflect before you speak.A foolish mouth can brand your soul.Yunus, say one last thingabout the power of words __nly the word ____ivides me from God.

It is easy to see the glow but hard to recognize the awakening of silence.

Be silent or let thy words be worth more than silence.

I have packed myself into silence so deeply and for so long that I can never unpack myself using words. When I speak, I only pack myself a little differently.

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

Lying is done with words, and also with silence.

Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.

In an endless silence even screams sound silent.

A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.

In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.

I was working in silence seeking no appreciation or respect from any one. And it is always the silence from which great literature is born.

You have asked me what I would do and what I would not do. I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use_ silence, exile, and cunning.

Our world no longer hears God because it is constantly speaking, at a devastating speed and volume, in order to say nothing.

We sit in silence for a minute. Thinking about the freedom we don't have and the future we can't control.