Silence Quotes - Page 96

When they remain silent, they cry out.

When I don't understand something, I reach up and hold God's hand. And we walk together in silence.

Silence is a great help to a seeker after truth like myself.

Day after day, we culture our minds with the deep silence of our own Being.

There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence. About latent emotions that couldn't be acted out." "Cole's thoughts on page 248 of Linger.

There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence.

Isabel had gone silent in a way that shouted the silence to me.

Silence was never a wrong answer.

I like the idea of going to one of those retreats where you don't speak - like, silence for five days.

Silence fell between them, as tangible as the dark tree shadows that fell across their laps and that now seemed to rest upon them as heavily as though they possessed a measurable weight of their own.

To refuse to respond is in itself a response.

That's how life goes on - protected by the silence that anesthetizes shame.

I'm afraid to speak or move for fear that all this wonderful beauty will just vanish... like a broken silence.

Never be silent with persons you love and distrust," Mr. Carpenter had said once. "Silence betrays.

He was free to enjoy the breathless glee that overwhelmed him: the speed, the clear cold air, the total silence, the feeling of balance and excitement and peace.

Sometimes silence was easiest, when the only word left was good-bye.

After a universal silence, Leo was the first to speak. “Did anyone else notice—” “Yes,” Catherine said. “What do you make of it?” “I haven’t decided yet.” Leo frowned and took a sip of port. “He’s not someone I would pair Bea with.” “Whom would you pair her with?” “Hanged if I know,” Leo said. “Someone with similar interests. The local veterinarian, perhaps?” “He’s eighty-three years old and deaf,” Catherine said. “They would never argue,” Leo pointed out.

Come on, Ella. Sleep green.' Ignoring him, I got into bed wearing a T-shirt and boxer shorts printed with penguins. I reached over to the nightstand and flipped off the lamp. A moment of silence, and then I heard a lecherous murmur. 'I like your penguins.

The desperation meeting the silence with its unmasked wish.

Harold Brodie is a louse and a lothario who cheats at cards and has a different girl in his rumble seat every week. That coupe of his is pos-i-tute-ly a petting palace. And he’s a terrible kisser to boot.” Evie’s parents stared in stunned silence. “Or so I’ve heard.

... true love is like religion, it hath its silence and its sanctity.

The only thing I trust is silence. And I trust silence completely.

If you really know how to ask the question 'Who am I?' you will inevitably be delivered into that state of silence and pure consciousness that is your true Being. The question 'Who am I?' will ultimately deliver you into the 'I am' of you.

The truth is known in silence. Be still and know.

The very essence of your Being is infinite, eternal silence. It is your true nature. It is the essence of all existence.