silence

A kind of silence, if I may say, was walking through the house, and, like most silence, it was not silent at all: it rapped on the doors, echoed in the clocks, creaked on the stairs, leaned forward to peer into my face and explode.

Control said nothing, had said nothing for quite some time as if he didn't trust words anymore. Or had begun to cherish the answers silence gave him.

The more time that passes without an answer and the longer we wander through the wilderness of silence and shadow, the more fearful we become that maybe God isn't all we have believed him to be. It's in those moments that Satan plants in us the temptation to 'throw away this confident trust in the Lord.' The enemy wants us to forget 'the great reward it brings you' (Hebrews 10:35).

I wanted to close my eyes and let the silence swallow me whole.

You are never alone,your Angels always whisper to your heart.By silencing your mind,you can be filled with their Love.

Sometimes I feel like I__ not solid. I__ hollow. There__ nothing behind my eyes. I__ a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.

The feeling cannot be described in words, it's mystical; I am changing. Perhaps the soul needed silence so that it can shout to hear the echo from the walls of my heart. It did heard something, Sufism!

I see myself abandoned, solitary, thrown into a cell without dimensions, where light and shadows are silent phantoms. Within my inner self I find the silence I am seeking. But it leaves me so bereft of any memory of any human being and of me myself, that I transform this impression into the certainty of physical solitude. Were I to cry out _ I can no longer see things clearly _ my voice would receive the same indifferent echo from the walls of the earth.

An observer can__ tell if a person is silent and still because inner life has stalled or because inner life is transfixingly busy.

I don't want to stand in naked silence, pathetically unaware of how to be.

Silence is best reserved for the fearful and foolish.

The silence became unreal and seemed suddenly filled with a noise of its own, the noise of a too long silence.

When you believe your lie, it will curse your life forever.

You don't talk much, do you, angel-face? I like that in a woman.

Silence is the best reply to those who provoke you. Smile is like icing on the cake.

Irony is easier than hopeless silence but braver than flight.

If silences could be pregnant, then this one went to full term.

The silence sat down with them like an invisible creature with its finger to its lips.