Silence Quotes - Page 18

The language of silence is the language of God, the language of silence is the language of the heart.

Let us resolve: First, to attain the grace of silence; second, to deem all fault finding that does no good a sin; third, to practice the grade and virtue of praise.

Nothing at times is more expressive than silence.

Pay more attention to the silence than to the sounds. Paying attention to outer silence creates inner silence: the mind becomes still. A portal is opening up.

Once you permit those who are convinced of their own superior rightness to censor and silence and suppress those who hold contrary opinions, just at that moment the citadel has been surrendered.

I have to respect my life, and free expression is part of my life. I can never really silence myself.

It is not so easy to keep silent when the silence is a lie.

A season of silence is the best preparation for speech with God.

In the silence of LOVE you will find the Spark of LIFE.

Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence.

Silence is complicity. Speak now or surrender your ground.

Midnight is another planet! When the clock strikes twelve and if you are asleep, wake up, friend, and discover the beauties of this new planet: Discover the silence; discover the tranquillity; speak to the owls, speak to the moon; greet the hedgehogs and disappear in the midst of the mists!

As I get older I see that running has changed for me. What used to be about burning calories is now more about burning up what is false. Lies I used to tell myself about who I was and what I could do, friendships that cannot withstand hills or miles, the approval I no longer need to seek, and solidarity that cannot bear silence. I run to burn up what I don't need and ignite what I do.

We are creating a world where anyone, anywhere may express his or her beliefs, no matter how singular, without fear of being coerced into silence or conformity.

Isolation offered its own form of companionship: the reliable silence of her rooms, the steadfast tranquility of the evenings. The promise that she would find things where she put them, that there would be no interruption, no surprise. It greeted her at the end of each day and lay still with her at night.

Seek the truth, not what is comfortable. Seek the real, not the easy.

There are always some areas world history does not reach, zones of silence and undisturbed ignorance.

The good and the wise lead quiet lives.

Confession is always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence.

I was going to die, if not sooner, then later, whether or not I had ever spoken myself. My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you.

For we have been socialized to respect fear more than our own needs for language and definition, and while we wait in silence for that final luxury of fearlessness, the weight of that silence will choke us.

It takes solitude under the stars, for us to be reminded of our eternal origin and our far destiny.

Without our familiar props, we are faced with just ourselves, a person we do not know, an unnerving stranger with whom we have been living all the time but we never really wanted to meet. Isn't that why we have tried to fill every moment of time with noise and activity, however boring or trivial, to ensure that we are never left in silence with this stranger on our own?

A man of virtue, judgment, and prudence speaks not until there is silence.

Conversation in its true meaning isn't all wagging the tongue; sometimes it is a deeply shared silence.