Silence

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

O, well it has been said, that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak!

Silence is not always tact, and it is tact that is golden, not silence.

How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smil’d!

Thou still unravished bride of quietness,

Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.

Thought works in silence, so does virtue. One might erect statues to silence.

The silence that accepts merit as the most natural thing in the world is the highest applause.

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music and silence.

Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darüber muss man schweigen .

Sometimes I'd yell questions at the rocks and trees, and across gorges, or yodel - "What is the meaning of the void?" The answer was perfect silence, so I knew.

The pause - that impressive silence, that eloquent silence, that geometrically progressive silence which often achieves a desired effect where no combination of words, howsoever felicitous, could accomplish it.

Drawing on my fine command of language, I said nothing.

Your silence gives consent.

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

Silence is golden when you can't think of a good answer.

A sacred thing is timely silence, and better than any speech.

Sleep knocks on my eyes: they grow heavy. Sleep touches my mouth: it stays open.Truly, he comes to me on soft soles, the dearest of thieves, and steals my thoughts from me

Soun ys noght but eyr ybroken, And every speche that ys spoken, Lowd or pryvee, foul or fair, In his substaunce ys but air.

Calumnies are answered best with silence.

Three silences there are: the first of speech, The second of desire, the third of thought.

Aimlessly It pounds the shore. White and aimless signals. No One listens to poetry.

Silence is deep as Eternity; speech is shallow as Time.

The holiest of all holidays are those