silence

We sat and drank in silence. It was something I appreciated about Jesse. He didn't feel the need to fill every moment with talk or some sort of silly exchange.

Clear your mind and you will be filled by the Love of the Oneness.

She was a woman of extended silences, I noticed, and she said very little as we walked the streets of La Boca, looking at its brightly colored houses. It was as if she understood that quiet observation was the key to knowing a place, perhaps even the key to life.

Words were his delight; Hers, a gay gracefulnessOf dancing and moving. But when to the place Of deep loving (Starlight at midnight)At last they came, Their full communion And consummation,Their complete sphere,Was stillness for her,Silence for him.

Silence is where my demons lurk, taunting me endlessly day after day until the end of time...yet still I wait, revelling in their company...

He wondered if he should try to talk to the boy like that. Perhaps the boy wondered why he didn't. But they had silence, and not many people had that.

She says his eyes address her like the silence of the snow.

The question is there in each silence. The question is there in the space between you. But you cannot bring it aloud.

We are starved for quiet, to hear the sound of sheer silence that is the presence of God himself.

There__ comfort in hearing a voice when the world is silent.

The silence rings__t is musical & thrills me. A night in which the silence was audible__ hear the unspeakable.

I never spoke _ unless addressed __nd then, 'twas brief and low __ could not bear to live _ aloud __he Racket shamed me so __nd if it had not been so far __nd any one I knewWere going _ I had often thoughtHow noteless _ I could die _

Quiet, by its nature, slips away unnoticed. But once it's gone, we notice.

Like hatred, guilt can__ be locked in the silence of forgetting, without taking part of your soul with it.

When the owl sings, the night is silent. (Quand le hibou chante, La nuit est silence)

silence was never lost, she just had to stop screaming long enough to hear it:.

There have been extensive human rights violations by American psychiatrists over the last 70 years. These doctors were pad by the American taxpayer through CIA and military contracts. It is past time for these abuses to stop, it is past time for a reckoning, and it is past time for individual doctors to be held accountable. The Manchurian Candidate Programs are of much more than "historical" interest. ARTICHOKE, BLUEBIRD, MKULTRA and MKSEARCH are precursors of mind control programs that are operational in the twenty first century. Human rights violations by psychiatrists must be ongoing in programs like COPPER GREEN, the interrogation program at Abu Ghraib prison in Iraq. Such programs must be carried out within CIA units like Task Force 121 (The Dallas Morning News, December 1, 2004, p. 1A). Information pointing to ongoing human rights violations by psychiatrists is available in publications like The New Yorker (see article by Seymour M. Hersh, May 24, 2004). Yes the indifference, silence, denial, and disinformation of organized medicine and psychiatry continue. One purpose of The CIA Doctors: Human Rights Violations By American Psychiatrists is to break that silence.

He had grown fat on solitude, he thought, and had learned to expect nothing from the day but at best a dull contentment. Sometimes the dullness came to the fore with a strange and insistent ache which he would entertain briefly, but learn to keep at bay. Mostly, however, it was the contentment he entertained; the slow ease and the silence could, once night had fallen, fill him with a happiness that nothing, no society nor the company of any individual, no glamour or glitter, could equal.