#silence

A small silence came between us, as precise as a picture hanging on the wall. ↗

— Jean Stafford

#came #hanging #picture #precise #silence

The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence. ↗

— Rabindranath Tagore

#dark #great #great silence #great truth #sea

Because in the school of the Spirit man learns wisdom through humility, knowledge by forgetting, how to speak by silence, how to live by dying. ↗

— Johannes Tauler

#dying #forgetting #how #humility #knowledge

In prayerful silence you must look into your own heart. No one can tell you better than yourself what comes between you and God. Ask yourself. Then listen! ↗

— Johannes Tauler

#better #between #comes #god #heart

With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand. ↗

— Federico Garcia Lorca

#come #dark #down #down the road #fear

You have not converted a man because you have silenced him. ↗

— John Morley

#because #converted #him #man #silenced

Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#defensiveness #jamie-weise #love #love-story #silence

The butterfly startled at Mary’s gesture and floated up, drifting on the breeze, its wings sparkling blue and bright in the late afternoon sunshine. Silence watched it, enthralled, and then her eyes met Michael’s. A corner of his mouth cocked up. “Welcome home, m’love. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#mickey #scandalous-desires #silence #love

As in music, when we hear the crescendo building, suddenly if the music stops, we begin to hear the silence as part of the music. ↗

— Chögyam Trungpa

#enlightenment #humor #music #silence #silent-music

she walked rather quickly; she liked to be active, though at times she gave an impression of repose that was at once static and evocative. This was because she knew few words and believed in none, and in the world she was rather silent, contributing just her share of urbane humor with a precision that approached meagreness. But at the moment when strangers tended to grow uncomfortable in the presence of this economy she would seize the topic and rush off with it, feverishly surprised with herself--then bring it back and relinquish it abruptly, almost timidly, like an obedient retriever, having been adequate and something more. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#silence #silent #timid #words #humor