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Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together ... Speech is too often ... the act of quite stifling and suspending thought, so that there is none to conceal ... Speech is of Time, silence is of Eternity ... It is idle to think that, by means of words, any real communication can ever pass from one man to another ...
— Maurice Maeterlinck, The Treasure of the humble
Out of sheer perversity, I followed beauty where it lead, into the silence.
— Dave Hickey, The Invisible Dragon: Essays on Beauty
I hear nothing. I hear nothing, but what does it mean that I hear nothing? I walk in the cemeteries of this city at night and I hear nothing. I walk among mortals and sometimes I hear nothing. I walk alone and I hear nothing, as if I myself had no inner voice.
— Anne Rice, Merrick
I'm just asking you to accept that there are some people who will go to extraordinary lengths to cover up the facts that they are abusing children.What words are there to describe what happened to me, what was done to me? Some call it ritual abuse, others call it organised abuse. There are those that call it satanic. I've heard all the phrases, not just in relation to me, but also with regard to those I work with and try to help. Do you know what I think? It doesn't matter how you dress it up, it doesn't matter what label you put on it. It is abuse, pure and simple. It is adults abusing children. It is adults deciding - actually making a conscious decision, a conscious choices that what they want, what they convince themselves they need, is more important than anything else; certainly more important than the safety or feelings or sanity of a child.However, there can be differences which are layered on top of that abuse. I'm not saying that some abuse is worse than others, or that someone 'wins' the competition to have the worst abuse inflicted on them, but ritual and organised abuse is at the extreme end of the spectrum. If we try to think of a continuum where there are lots of different things imposed on children (or, for that matter, anyone who is forced into these things — and that force can take many forms, it can be threats and promises, as well as kicks and punches), then ritual and organised abuse is intense and complicated.It often involves multiple abusers of both sexes. There can be extreme violence, mind control, systematic torture and even, in some cases, a complex belief system which is sometimes described as religion. I say 'described as' religion because, to me, I think that when this aspect is involved, it is window dressing. I'm not religious. I cried many times for God to save me. I was always ignored — how could I believe? However, I think that ritual abusers who do use religious imagery or 'beliefs' are doing so to justify it all to themselves, or to confuse the victim, or to hide their activities. Ritual abuse is highly organised and, obviously, secretive. It is often linked with other major crimes such as child pornography, child prostitution, the drugs industry, trafficking, and many other illegal and heinous activities. Ritual abuse is organised sexual, physical and psychological abuse, which can be systematic and sustained over a long period of time. It involves the use of rituals - things which the abusers 'need' to do, or 'need' to have in place - but it doesn't have to have a belief system. There doesn't have to be God or the Devil, or any other deity for it to be considered 'ritual'. It involves using patterns of learning and development to keep the abuse going and to make sure the child stays quiet.
— Laurie Matthew, Groomed: An Uncle Who Went Too Far, a Mother Who Didn't Care, a Little Girl Who Waited for Justice
But it is the subjects, the conversations, the facts we shy away from, which claim us in the form of writer's block, as mere rhetoric, as hysteria, insomnia, and constriction of the throat.
— Adrienne Rich, On Lies, Secrets, and Silence: Selected Prose, 1966-1978
THE TRUTH OF THE VERY SMALLWhen he is born, a baby's head is filled with the knowledge of space. The circumference of his skull is as infinite as the twirlings of the universe. His eyes look out with the blur of eyes which see for all species. He has remembered his own nature from past patterns. Now his heart beats through rock, sky, oceans. He feels the silence and the sound all around the world beneath his skin.We all hold somewhere deep within us the truth we accepted in innocence. The seas, the forests, the soil, the atmosphere, are all vital parts of an ongoing system. By harming any part of it we must ultimately harm ourselves. It is that simple.
— Jay Woodman, SPAN
It felt like I was living in two worlds. There was one world which was a daylight world and another dark world (though I'm not saying that everything bad happened in darkness because it didn't). In the daylight world, life had a veneer of normality - my mum was a bit violent, my dad was a bit distant, my big brother was in hospital somewhere, my little brother was always with Mum, and I had an uncle who was very loving and caring and did nice things for me. In this daylight world, I went to church and learned about Jesus. I was told about innocence and how He loves children. Then there was the other side, the dark world, which was almost a mirror image. But what I was getting taught there was all of the opposites.It was almost the reverse of Christianity. They would say that the Christian teachings were rubbish, and everything in the Kirk was right. they would sing a hymn - not like 'All Things Bright and Beautiful' but something about being strong. The hymns were quite Germanic, with harsh, aggressive chanting. They were always about power and strength and right. When they were singing I would be standing or sitting with whoever had taken me.
— Laurie Matthew, Groomed: An Uncle Who Went Too Far, a Mother Who Didn't Care, a Little Girl Who Waited for Justice
The most deafening sound in all creation, is the sound of absolute silence.
— Taylor Schake
Milly Brush once might almost have fallen in love with these silences.
— Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
Practice silence and you will acquire silent knowledge. In this silent knowledge is a computing system that is far more precise and far more accurate and far more powerful than anything that is contained in the boundaries of rational thought.
— Deepak Chopra
Anything that breaks silence is music...!
— Milind K
There you go again, declaring the exact inverse of your experience. You human pups are so full of the things you're sure of. Sit down and listen for a change.
— J. Aleksandr Wootton, Her Unwelcome Inheritance
I would swear that I could practically hear crickets in the ensuing silence, if not for the fact that the stale air probably kills anything that requires oxygen to breathe.
— T.T. Escurel, The Conservancy
I agree with Proust in this, he says, that books create their own silences in ways that friends rarely do. And the silence that grows palpable when one has finished a canto of Dante, he says, is quite different from the silence that grows palpable when one has reached the end of Oedipus at Colonus. The most terrible thing that has happened to people today, he says, is that they have grown frightened of silence. Instead of seeking it as a friend and as a source of renewal they now try in every way they can to shut it out... the fear of silence is the fear of loneliness, he says, and the fear of loneliness is the fear of silence. People fear silence, he says, because they have lost the ability to trust the world to bring about renewal. Silence for them means only the recognition that they have been abandoned... How can people find the strength to be happy if they are so terrified of silence?
— Gabriel Josipovici, Moo Pak
I've missed you,Angel. I dod not spent a day without missing you in my life. I became obsessed to the point I thought Hank had backed off of his oath and had killed you. I saw your ghost in everything. I couldn't scape from you and i din't want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you.
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence
What do I have to do to convince you that I'm only using Dabria for one reason, one only reason: Destroy Hank, bit by bit if is necessary,and make him pay for all the things he has done to harm the girl I love?
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence
It will cost me a lot to send you with Scott wearing that dress but, just so you know: if you come with that dress even slightly wrinkled, I will trace Scott, and when I find him, it's not gonna be pretty.
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence
But my silence is real. If I hid it from you, you would find it again a little farther on.
— Maurice Blanchot, The Madness of the Day
Hope transcends everything. It goes beyond all doubts. It silences fear. It quiets despair.
— Nikki Rosen
They were silent, humiliated by this return of the defeated, furious at their own silence, but the more it was prolonged the less capable they were of breaking it.
— Albert Camus, The Adulterous Woman
Fear envelops bones like new skin,envelops blood with night’s skin,the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet -it is not your hair but the terror in your head,like long hair made of vertical nails,and what you see are not shattered streets,but rather, within you, your own crushed walls,your frustrated infinity, again the city comescrashing down: in your silence, only water’s threatis heard, and in the waterdrowned horses gallop through your death.
— Pablo Neruda, The Poetry of Pablo Neruda
The house was silent, but somewhere in the garden was a swimming pool filled with unsettled water.
— J.G. Ballard, Super-Cannes
Everything dictated silence and self-control but I couldn't restrain myself and spoke my mind.
— Philip Roth, Operation Shylock: A Confession
I took me to the Banks of the River, and tarried there awhile, as the lowering Sun made one with the Water, giving generously of Itself & its Diverse Colors, in a Splay of Magnificence that preceded a most wonderful Silence.
— George Saunders
The world is a cancer eating itself away... I am think that when the great silence descends upon all and everywhere music will at last triumph. When into the womb of time everything is again withdrawn chaos will be restored and chaos is the score upon which reality is written.
— Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
When one is silent, those around speak even more, my lord.
— Melina Marchetta, Finnikin of the Rock
There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone.The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape.And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand.And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words.In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence.
— Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
The silence leans forward.
— Saša Stanišić, How the Soldier Repairs the Gramophone
There I was out in the barn playing midwife to a pregnant mare. I remember sitting there, spinning yarn in the light of a little oil lamp, a city girl who knew nothing about farming, sitting on the deel beside that mother in pain, already beginning the birthing process. All around me there was darkness and perfect silence, except for the mother's pain. It was as if the war didn't exist in those hours.
— Diet Eman, Things We Couldn't Say
In angry protest the red telephone splintered the silence.
— Ian Fleming, Moonraker
Writing is a product of silence.
— Carrie Latet
Most people he knew, his wife included, wouldn't make it through an hour on the promise of four sentences. But Frankie Bard was like a camel. She could hold her words for days--as long as she could watch the goings-on.
— Sarah Blake, The Postmistress
He is Running and Shouting and teasing around ,people know that he is just a vamp on the ground. people no more fear him . But the one sitting silent with no sigh of talky move,people simply fear him because no one knows what destruction he can bring to one in the this bushy grass of violence.
— yash hoskere
Everything was gone, the garden of wind and light, the Chrysalis, the Mother and her sister-crones, the rowan tree, everything. I was in a grove–no, it was a triad of trees: apple, oak, hazel. And at my feet something that smacked of familiar miens, a stone half buried in a pitch of heather. A stone bearing my name and a date I could hardly remember.A moment passed, another and in those moments I stood numb with gluey feet at the foot of my own grave. For the first time since I’d come to the Faeran Valley, I was alone. And the silence was deafening.
— Debi Cimo, Delicate The alchemy of Emily Greyson
People dread silence because it is transparent; like clear water, which reveals every obstacle—the used, the dead, the drowned, silence reveals the cast-off words and thoughts dropped in to obscure its clear stream. And when people stare too close to silence they sometimes face their own reflections, their magnified shadows in the depths, and that frightens them. I know; I know.
— Janet Frame, Scented Gardens for the Blind
I would like to sing someone to sleep,to sit beside someone and be there.I would like to rock you and sing softlyand go with you to and from sleep.I would like to be the one in the housewho knew: The night was cold.And I would like to listen in and listen outinto you, into the world, into the woods.The clocks shout to one another striking,and one sees to the bottom of time.And down below one last, strange man walks byand rouses a strange dog.And after that comes silence.I have laid my eyes upon you wide;and they hold you gently and let you gowhen something stirs in the dark.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Images
When silence is a choice, it is an unnerving presence. When silence is imposed, it is censorship.
— Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice
We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Perhaps it is possible to discover more in silence than in speech. Or perhaps it is only that those who are silent among us learn to listen.
— Alice Hoffman, The Dovekeepers
the unexpected action of deep listening can create a space of transformation capable of shattering complacency and despair.
— Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice
To write,” Marguerite Duras remarked, “is also not to speak. It is to keep silent. It is to howl noiselessly.
— Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice
A life, a history, whole patterns of existence altered, simply by doing nothing. The silent lie. The act of omission.
— Aminatta Forna, The Memory of Love
Those who speak largely of the human condition are usually those most exempt from its oppressions - whether of sex, race, or servitude.
— Adrienne Rich, Of Woman Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution
Because this painting has never been restored there is a heightened poignance to it somehow; it doesn’t have the feeling of unassailable permanence that paintings in museums do.There is a small crack in the lower left, and a little of the priming between the wooden panel and the oil emulsions of paint has been bared. A bit of abrasion shows, at the rim of a bowl of berries, evidence of time’s power even over this—which, paradoxically, only seems to increase its poetry, its deep resonance. If you could see the notes of a cello, when the bow draws slowly and deeply across its strings, and those resonant reverberations which of all instruments’ are nearest to the sound of the human voice emerge—no, the wrong verb, they seem to come into being all at once, to surround us, suddenly, with presence—if that were made visible, that would be the poetry of Osias Beert.But the still life resides in absolute silence.Portraits often seem pregnant with speech, or as if their subjects have just finished saying something, or will soon speak the thoughts that inform their faces, the thoughts we’re invited to read. Landscapes are full of presences, visible or unseen; soon nymphs or a stag or a band of hikers will make themselves heard.But no word will ever be spoken here, among the flowers and snails, the solid and dependable apples, this heap of rumpled books, this pewter plate on which a few opened oysters lie, giving up their silver.These are resolutely still, immutable, poised for a forward movement that will never occur. The brink upon which still life rests is the brink of time, the edge of something about to happen. Everything that we know crosses this lip, over and over, like water over the edge of a fall, as what might happen does, as any of the endless variations of what might come true does so, and things fall into being, tumble through the progression of existing in time.Painting creates silence. You could examine the objects themselves, the actors in a Dutch still life—this knobbed beaker, this pewter salver, this knife—and, lovely as all antique utilitarian objects are, they are not, would not be, poised on the edge these same things inhabit when they are represented.These things exist—if indeed they are still around at all—in time. It is the act of painting them that makes them perennially poised, an emergent truth about to be articulated, a word waiting to be spoken. Single word that has been forming all these years in the light on the knife’s pearl handle, in the drops of moisture on nearly translucent grapes: At the end of time, will that word be said?
— Mark Doty, Still Life with Oysters and Lemon: On Objects and Intimacy
Rhage exhaled slowly, air easing out of his nose. As he sank into his skin, he reveled in the perfection of peace. The heavenly silence. The great roaring absence.
— J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal
Anyone who remains silent in the face of murder is an accomplice to murder. Anyone who does not condemn approves.
— Zofia Kossak-Szczucka
For a moment, there was silnece, and then at Brooke's nod, the rest of the Squad, minus me, chimed in. "Yes, sir."I said nothing. For one thing, I wasn't exactly keen on speaking in unison, and for another, I wasn't about to make any promises I couldn't keep. "Toby."I jumped in my seat. The Voice actually knew my name. And somehow, he had the freaky ability to ascertain that of all of us, I was the one who hadn't responded. "Do you understand?"I contemplated telling him what I didn't understand was his familial relationshiops, but stayed momentarily silent, causing everyone within a three-foot radius to kick me under the table at
— Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Killer Spirit
I had lots of good intentions but I wasted them on people who didn't deserve them...
— Bellamkonda Avinash Babu
There is an art to writing, and it is not always disclosure. The act itself can be beautiful, revelatory, and private.
— Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on Voice
When we want to talk, we can instead listen, and let our attentiveness to another's need to speak be our silent statement.
— Bryant McGill, Voice of Reason
In the black chaos where the seas and the skies become confused let the projectors blow their white trumpets of silence("Roundness")
— Pierre Drieu la Rochelle, The Cubist Poets in Paris: An Anthology
Literary history and the present are dark with silences . . . I have had special need to learn all I could of this over the years, myself so nearly remaining mute and having to let writing die over and over again in me. These are not natural silences--what Keats called agonie ennuyeuse (the tedious agony)--that necessary time for renewal, lying fallow, gestation, in the natural cycle of creation. The silences I speak of here are unnatural: the unnatural thwarting of what struggles to come into being, but cannot.
— Tillie Olsen
He had never before realized the blessedness of silence - the freedom to be silent, rather, if one chose. He had never realized, somehow, that such blessedness might be his privilege. He was Doc Mc Coy, and Doc Mc Coy was born to the obligation of being one hell of a guy.
— Jim Thompson, The Getaway
The handless clock trying to holdthe hour of death, saltin the last mouthful of water.The windows opaque with silence,silence stagnating in the wineglass.
— Warren Heiti, Hydrologos
Silence is the door of consent.
— Lybian proverb
So I let my shame own me, kill me, wilt me away into a thousand dead flakes, knowing if I kept it all in, she would never have to learn the dirtiness that was forever inside me--the bad, the ugly, the twisted. She could go on living her life happy, just like she deserved.
— Jessica Sorensen, The Coincidence of Callie & Kayden
The last introvert in a world of extroverts. Silence: my response to both emptiness and saturation. But silence frightens people. I had to learn how to talk. Out of politeness.
— Ariel Gore, Atlas of the Human Heart
Sometimes the silence of your friends is worse than your enemy's words.
— Shannon L. Alder
How small life is hereand how big nothingness.The sky, tired of light,has given everything to the snow.The two trees bowtheir heads to each other.Clouds cross the world’ssilence in a circle dance
— Robert Walser, Oppressive Light: Selected Poems by Robert Walser
Silence has its own language and in that silence he found words within himself; words for her, words for him and words for them.
— Faraaz Kazi, Truly, Madly, Deeply
I thought it would be quieter here.” [Anna] hadn’t meant to say anything, but the noise startled her. “The wind in the trees,” Bran said. “And there are some birds that stay year-round. Sometimes when the wind is still and the cold is upon us, the quiet is so deep you can feel it in your bones.
— Patricia Briggs, Cry Wolf
...when your heart is broken, don't go silent - speak to God in his own language...
— John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
It would not do to tell other people, not just because they wouldn't believe but because they wouldn't care.
— Stephen King, The Green Mile
But I do like churches. The way it feels inside. It feels good when you just sit there, like you're in a forest and everything's really quiet, except there's still this sound you can't hear.
— Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried
Sometimes words are more powerful than guns. And sometimes silence is more powerful than words. It is the things that are not said that are important.
— Christie Watson, Tiny Sunbirds, Far Away
Mostly, we talk to impress. And sometimes we shut up to impress, too.
— Nema Al-Araby
Count the times. The number of times you have seen the silence of another world seep though a crack. The number of times you have heard the sea trying to escape from the blue painted wall.
— Jay Woodman, COUNT
Silence allows people to put thoughts into words. Some people might need several minutes to put thoughts into words. Silence may indicate the person is reflecting on experiences, and he or she may just need time to process.
— Richard E. Dodge
Even speech was for them was a debased form of silence
—  how much more futile is poetry which is a debased form of speech.
Silence explains a lot of things.It tells us why people are who they not supposed to be.It's the fear of being afraid.It's because of their own safety.Sometimes it becomes an unexplainable feeling.It shows the insecureties, acceptation, love and vulnerabilityinside everyone of us.
— Tessa Vanluchene
Then without any warning the car stopped. They were there."The ride's over," someone said. "End of the ride."For a moment nobody got out. They just sat there. The driver cut the ignition, and after that there was silence. Complete, uncanny silence, more frightening than the most threatening noise or violence could have been. Night silence. A silence that had death in it. ("The Number's Up")
— Cornell Woolrich
Your silence will never protect you,Indeed, Silence is the ultimate weapon of power, but It destroy us first..........
— sahil nazim
Music is the silence between the notes.
— Claude Debussy
The brief silence that follows is as tender as arainstorm of daisies.
— Mathias Malzieu, La Mécanique du cœur
Everyone needs a place where they can go to just ponder for a while. Silence is important
—  it's the only time you can hear the whispering of truth.
It is only in alert silence that truth can be.
— Jiddu Krishnamurti, Commentaries on Living 1
We are overhasty to speak as if God did not manifest himself by our silent feeling, and make his love felt through ours.
— George Eliot, Adam Bede
We'll just sit here," said Barney, "and if we think of anything worth while saying we'll say it. Otherwise, not. Don't imagine you're bound to talk to me.""John Foster says," quoted Valancy, "'If you can sit in silencewith a person for half an hour and yet be entirely comfortable, youand that person can be friends. If you cannot, friends you'llnever be and you need not waste time in trying.'""Evidently John Foster says a sensible thing once in a while,"conceded Barney.
— L.M. Montgomery
Meditation is the way to be with ourselves and to learn to accept our own aloneness. In aloneness, I experiment with being consciously alone as a door to be egoless. In conscious aloneness, the ego can not function. In aloneness, you are not. I have always been comfortable with my own aloneness as an inner source of love, joy, truth, silence and wholeness. When we depend on other people, it becomes a bondage - instead of a freedom. I took this sunday as a meditation to be consciously alone, and to accept all feelings of pain, of not being loved and the fear of being nobody that would come up during the meditation. This meditation goes up and down during the day: at certain moments, I can totally accept my aloneness. It feels fine to accept that I am alone and that I am nobody. At other moments, I feel the pain of not being loved, when the meditation brings up how dependence on other people is a barrier to totally accept my aloneness. I take a coffee at a restaurant. I am the only person that sits alone in the restaurant, while the other guests are couples and families eating sunday dinner. It brings up painful feelings of not being loved and wanting to be needed by other people, when I see how much people cling to each other in the couples and the families. Escaping your aloneness through relationships and needing other people's attention through being a teacher, a politician or by being rich or famous, are ways of escaping the pain of aloneness. But then the relationships are not really love. Only when you are capable of being alone, you can really love. When we can be alone, we discover the inner source of love, which is our true nature. When we can be alone, it open the door to be one with the Whole.
— Swami Dhyan Giten, Presence - Working from Within. The Psychology of Being
Harold had become, over the past week, a connoisseur of silences. He was an expert at differentiating the particulars; was this a Tranquil Silence, marked by slow sighs and peaceful smiles? Or was it a Tired Silence, marked by ornery chair shifting? Or a Tense Silence, full of tight breaths and cautious glances?
— Graham Moore, The Sherlockian
Enlightenment is a paradoxical phenomenon. You need to be commited to become enlightenment, and to do whatever is necessary to make it happen. But at the same time you can not force enlightenment to happen by sheer will. It is like the situation with happiness: you can not force happiness to happen, but you can create the right circumstances for happiness tohappen. You need to be willing to die, to let go of your limited sense of “I”, to achieve enlightenment. I can feel a deepening thirst to die, to dissolve into the silence, in my heart and being.
— Swami Dhyan Giten, Presence - Working from Within. The Psychology of Being
When we become silent, we become whole. And when we become whole, we become holy.
— Swami Dhyan Giten, The Silent Whisperings of the Heart - An Introduction to Giten's Approach to Life
I turned my face up to his. I could hardly look at him the same way. I was crying without realizing I'd started. "You made a deal with Hank. You saved my life. Why would you do that for me?""Angel," he murmured, clasping my face between his hands. "I don't think you understand the lengths I would go to if it means keeping you here with me.
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence
Only downside to your place is the disturbing low amount of extraneous toiletries. No conditioner? Lip gloss? Sunscreen?" I jerked my thumb toward the front door. "I need to brush my teeth. And I need a sh
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence
If you haven't guessed it already," I said, something fervent and resonating slipping into my tone, "I need you, too.""Is that a yes?" he asked, pushing his fingers through my hair, fanning it out around my sholders and searching my face intently. "Please let it be yes," he said with a gravelly edge. "Stay with me tonight. Let me hold you, even if that's all it is. Let me keep you safe.
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence
I don't have the body for this," I quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. "No curves."Jev's eyes held mine. "Are you asking my opinion?
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence
I don't have a car."His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here," I explained. "I'm on foot.""Angel," he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence
And you would have lost. We were surrounded. He threatened your life, and he would have made good on that threat. He had you, and that meant he had me, too.
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence
Patch's eyes made a slow assessment of me, sharpening to vivid black. "I'm going to have a hard time sending you off with Scott in that dress. Just a heads-up: If you come home and the dress looks even slightly tampered with, I will track Scott down, and when I find him, it won't be pretty.
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence
I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life. You haunted me to the point that I began to believe Hank had gone back on his oath and killed you. I saw your ghost in everything. I couldn't escape you and I didn't want to. You tortured me, but it was better than losing you.
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence
Do you think they're going to buy that a guy in tacky leather chaps dances like this?" I scoffed when he twirled me back into his emb
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence
If I asked you to do something for me, I don't suppose you'd listen?" When he had my attention, he continued, "I'm going to take you home. Try to forget tonight happened. Try to act normal, especially around Hank. Don't mention my name."By way of an answer, I shot him a black look and swung out of the Tahoe. He followed suit, coming around to my side. "What kind of answer is that?" He asked, but his voice wasn't nearly so gruff.
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Silence
It just took some people a little longer than others to realize how few words they needed to get by, how much of life they could negotiate in silence.
— Tom Perrotta, The Leftovers
If we can only speak to slander our betters, let us hold our tongues.
— Anne Brontë, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall
The proverb says that 'The answer to a fool is silence'. Observation, however, indicates that almost any other answer will have the same effect in the long run.
— Idries Shah, Reflections
The true test is wonwhen being togetherwithout saying a wordis everything.
— Emma Cameron, Cinnamon Rain
Silence gradually spread its great, fragile butterfly wings across the ward. The sun had disappeared, replaced by grey and rain. This particular month of July was reading the script for March.
— Martin Page, How I Became Stupid
A voice is a human gift; it should be cherished and used, to utter fully human speech as possible. Powerlessness and silence go together.
— Margaret Atwood, Second Words: Selected Critical Prose
The silence of a convent at night is the silence of the grave. Too far removed from the busy world without for external sounds to penetrate the thick walls, whilst within no slamming door, nor wandering foot, nor sacrilegious voice breaks in upon the stillness, the slightest noise strikes upon the ear with a fearful distinctness. ("The Monk's Story")
— Catherine Crowe, Reign of Terror
Silence is peace, silence is quiet, silence is calming, silence is what you can be.
— Jessica Kissner
You'll look away from your own face in the mirror, pull the chain twice to hide from yourself in the dark, and when it's all over you won't fucking say anything. You won't fucking say anything to anyone ever.
— Tupelo Hassman, Girlchild
The Waystone was his, just as the third silence was his. This was appropriate, as it was the greatest silence of the three, wrapping the others inside itself. It was deep and wide as autumn’s ending. It was heavy as a great river-smooth stone. It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.
— Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
When a woman who has much to say says nothing, her silence can be deafening.
— Margaret Landon
Thoughts will lead you in circles. Silence will bring you back to your centre.
— Rasheed Ogunlaru
Because sometimes when someone is telling you something really important, it’s best to just let there be silence, to really think about what they’re saying. A lot of times people think they have to say something all insightful or wise or something to try and make the person feel better. But really, sometimes silence is best.
— Lauren Barnholdt, The Thing About the Truth
Better to be a laughing-stock than lose the fort for fear of being one.
— Rosemary Sutcliff, The Eagle of the Ninth
To be silent. In hopes of not offending, in hopes of being accepted. But what happened to people who never spoke, never raised their voices? Kept everything inside?Gamache knew what happened. Everything they swallowed, every word, thought, feeling rattled around inside, hollowing the person out. And into that chasm they stuffed their words, their rage.
— Louise Penny, Bury Your Dead
Music is the cup that holds the wine of silence. Sound is that cup, but empty. Noise is that cup, but broken.
— Robert  Fripp
The voice that arises out of the silence is something no one can imagine until it is heard. It roars when it speaks, it lies to you and convinces you, it steals from you and leaves you without a single word of comfort.
— Alice Hoffman, The Dovekeepers
I've always thought it would be nice to have the house to myself for a while. This place gets so loud all theme and there are always so many people in it. But I guess I'm grateful for all the noise and chaos. I don't know if I want to be alone in the quiet with my thoughts these days.
— Keary Taylor, What I Didn't Say
Fish held the silence for so long that I had to restrain myself from prodding her. That's never a good idea. Sometimes people hesitate because they don't have the courage to come out with whatever needs to be said
—  other times they desperately want to speak but can't find the words. Jabbing them prematurely tends to shut them up. Outwaiting them gives them the time to say more than they intend.
Silence is not only golden, it is seldom misquoted.
— Bob Monkhouse
She usually worked at night, claiming that the racket he made about the house distracted her during the day; she needed silence, total silence, in which to pursue her inspiration - else it fled away and left her with a splitting headache to show for it.
— Helen Hodgman, Jack and Jill
They stared ahead. Silent. Morin had never realized murderers were caught in silence. But they were.
— Louise Penny, The Brutal Telling
Silence is a giver
—  it gives some things to you! Noise is a taker
Don’t quit, and don’t give up. The reward is just around the corner. And in times of doubt or times of joy, listen for that still, small voice. Know that God has been there from the beginning—and he will be there until . . . The End.
— Joanna Gaines, The Magnolia Story
Cruelty and wrong are not the greatest forces in the world. There is nothing eternal in them. Only love is eternal.
— Elisabeth Elliot, A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael
In our self-government, family government and circles of influence are we building and promoting a culture of life-giving edification or pursuing a death-oriented culture of entertainment? The first belongs to the Christian faith; the second is the progeny of the collapse of Rome.
— Tim Yarbrough
The Will of God is the same for all. He has no favorites within His household. All He has ever done for any of His children He will do for all of His children. From the book: Removing Your Shame Label.
— Eddie Capparucci, Removing Your Shame Label: Learning to Break From Shame and Feel God's Love
Thè Scripture is a Divine Word.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Delight in the Lord, He shall give you the desires of your heart.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
For specific prayers, there are specific answers.
— Dr. Lucas D. Shallua
The Truth of God is true testimony.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Why I love God
—  He saved me from my sins through the grace of faith in Christ Jesus.
We were made to be mirrors perfectly reflecting God's goodness, but with sin that mirror fractured and the reflection is distorted.
— Trip Lee, Rise: Get Up and Live in God's Great Story
Is there any purity like prayer?
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Compassion is not weakness it's Christ-like
— Lazarus Takawira, LeaderSHEEP
Cleanliness is next to godliness.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
To be a good ruler one must be the best of servants.
— J. Aaron Gruben, King: A Christian's Call to Imitate Christ's Kingship
I have observed one thing among true Christians in their differences in many countries: What divides and severs true Christian groups and Christians - what leaves a bitterness that can last for 20, 30, 40 years (or for 50 or 60 years in a son's or daughter's memory) - is not the issue of doctrine or belief that caused the differences in the first place. Invariably, it is a lack of love - and the bitter things that are said by true Christians in the midst of differences.
— Francis A. Schaeffer, The Mark of the Christian
Through many tribulations, we begin to search for the truth.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
I will place no value on anything I have or may possess, except in relation to the kingdom of Christ. If anything will advance the interests of that kingdom, it shall be given away or kept, only as by giving or keeping it I shall most promote the glory ofHim to whom I owe all my hopes in time and eternity.
— Robert Moffat
do not get back to the womb u came from bcos u need to grow up
— Ikechukwu Joseph, Discovering Yourself
flashing ur light in sunshine fails bcos ur light is needed elsewhere darker
— Ikechukwu Joseph, Achievers Handbook 5
Peopleare really the only thingwe are taking with uswhen we leave.—Terry Meewsen
— Terry Meewsen
God designed u to fit an architectural edifice. Discover your real self
— Ikechukwu Joseph, Discovering Yourself
They were on their way to Canaan
—  we are on our way to heaven!
They have concluded that it is their duty to rush forward on their journey no matter what the weather; I, on the other hand, am for waiting for favourable wind and current. They are for risking all for God at the snap of a finger; I am for taking advantage of every opportunity to secure my life and estate. They are for holding to their ideas even though all the world would be against them; I, however, am for religion insofar as the times, conditions, and my safety allow it. They are for religion when walking in rags and abuse; I am for it when it walks in silver slippers, in sunshine, and with applause.
— Cheryl Ford, The Pilgrim's Progress
You were designed to survive in your own world
— Ikechukwu Joseph, Discovering Yourself
Praying is pleasure pursuit.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
When I wake up each morning, my first thought, is thanks be to God.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The royal pursuit is reverence of God.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
If we concern first with God’s Kingdom, we can inhabit all other kingdoms.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
We can please God by his power.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The Redeemer is our secured refuge.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
Remember, you are not sent to whiten tombs, but to open them.
— Charles Haddon Spurgeon, Lectures to My Students
The Reverence of God is the greatest treasure.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The Saviour set me free from my sins.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
The mind is often an area where "people play around with sin".
— Joyce Meyer, Battlefield Of The Mind: Winning The Battle In Your Mind
We must reject the lie of materialism. Your STUFF, does not dictate Your STATURE.
— Jayce O'Neal
We often over value what we can do on our own, and under value what God can do through us.
— Jayce O'Neal
As Christians, we're supposed to be the salt of the earth, not the filler.
— Brian       Reynolds
They tore Joseph coat of many colors as evidence of his death and dreams but God brought together his life for his People, to prepare them posterity
— Ikechukwu Joseph, Strategic Spiritual Warfare: Winning Your Battles Within and Without
God does not need just ability but availability
— Ikechukwu Joseph, The Complete Leader: Jesus Christ the Accomplished Perfect Total Leader
It's not about you.
— Dr. Rick Warren
My Master’s call I have decided to respondThat His work will not be left ajar as I stand afarHarvest full
—  laborers’ fewThe Master is calling and I choose to respond to my callingBe my guide dear Lord Jesus Be my guide dear Lord JesusThat I may complete my work with excellenceBe my guide dear Lord Jesus Be my guide dear Lord JesusMy Master’s call I have decided to respondAloud He calls
Joseph moved to prove his sincerity in his vision-they moved ahead to invalidate his sincerity and what they think is his imaginative illusion.
— Ikechukwu Joseph, Pulling Down Satanic Strongholds
Discover d strength u are made of not d worst that are coming
— Ikechukwu Joseph, Discovering Yourself
It takes time to figure it out.Give yourself sometime.It took Abraham 100yrs
— Ikechukwu Joseph, Through Faith: Living an Overcoming Life
I sat in the darkness, where there is not any created thing, and to you I was only a voice commanding valour and an unnatural virtue. You heard the voice in the dark, and you never heard it again. The sun in heaven denied it, the earth and sky denied it, all human wisdom denied it. And when I met you in the daylight I denied it myself.… But you were men. You did not forget your secret honour, though the whole cosmos turned an engine of torture to tear it out of you. I knew how near you were to hell. I know how you, Thursday, crossed swords with King Satan, and how you, Wednesday, named me in the hour without hope.
— G.K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare
With God all things are possible, and no conversion ever takes place save by the almighty power of the Holy Ghost. The great need, therefore, of every Christian worker is to know God.
— Hudson Taylor, A Retrospect
When you marry you marry the known and unknown man or woman
— Ikechukwu Joseph, Discovering Yourself
understand and value ur minute.God increase my value
— Ikechukwu Joseph, Knowledge, Understanding, Wisdom: the tripartite force in the pursuit of Divine Access
What I have always found amazing is that God can use our bad choices to still get us right where He intended us to be.
— Adam Gellert, Activation: A Story of God's Transforming Power
God already has our life plan plotted out with exacting precision and perfect timing, and sometimes we have to be patient in order to see God's promises come to pass.
— Adam Gellert, Activation: A Story of God's Transforming Power
The Sermon on the Mount seems dangerous. It challenges the whole underlying conception on which modern society is built. It would replace it by a new conception, animate it with a new motive, and turn it toward a new goal.
— E. Stanley Jones, Christ of the Mount
In the New Testament, God's steadfast love and faithfulness are seen, not in an act of deliverance from foreign enemies, but in sending the Son and raising Him from the dead to enact a global rescue mission (Romans 8:3.) Jesus is God's supreme, grand, climactic act of faithfulness. Not only that, but "faithful" also describes Jesus. Paul writes, "We know that a person is justified not by the works of the law but in faith in Jesus Christ" (Galations 2:16...). A better reading is "faithfulness of Jesus Christ" -- which is found in footnotes of many Bibles -- and the two readings couldn't be more different... Paul isn't saying, "You are not justified by your efforts but by your faith." The contrast he's making isn't between two options we have; the contrast is between your efforts and Jesus' faithfulness to you, shown in His obedient death on a Roman cross. Paul is interested in telling readers what Jesus did, Jesus' faithfulness, not what we do. God's grand act of faithfulness is giving His son for our sake. God is all in. Jesus' grand act of faithfulness is going through with it for our sake. Jesus is all in. Now it's our move, which really is the point of all this. Like God the Father and God the Son, we are also called to be faithful. On one level, we are faithful to God when we trust God, but faith (pistis) doesn't stop there. It extends, as we've seen, in faithfulness toward each other, in humility and self-sacrificial love. And here is the real kick in the pants: When we are faithful to each other like this, we are more than simply being nice and kind -- though there's that. Far more important, when we are faithful to each other, we are, at that moment, acting like the faithful God and the faithful Son. Being like God. That's the goal. And we are most like God, not when we are certain we are right about God, or when we tell others how right we are, but when we are acting toward one another like the faithful Father and Son. Humility, love, and kindness are our grand acts of faithfulness and how we show that we are all in.
— Peter Enns, The Sin of Certainty: Why God Desires Our Trust More Than Our "Correct" Beliefs
Ask the Lord to give you a clear picture of who you are in Christ, and how much he desires you to be joyful in the abundant life of fruitfulness. Ask him to show you where you fit in eternity, and why it is so vital that you were brought into existence by the decree of God for this special moment of history. And ask him to give a vision for the maturity he desires you to have, and can perfect in you. Ask him to show you how you can reform your heart, mind and soul to grow and be useful to the master in his perfect plan to bring grace, mercy and salvation to a dying world.
— Geoffry Botkin
sometimes it is when we feel the most helpless, and the most alone, that we are actually the closest to knowing our true nature.
— Allison D. Reid, Journey to Aviad
The Scars come before the Stars.
— Ikechukwu Joseph, Divine Remembrance Your Divine Decoration
Deep despair, dear Lord, deep despairMy heart yearns to be your heirBut my prayer remains unheardSpeak to me that I may hearAnd I will know that you can hearDeep despair, dear Lord Jesus , deep despair !Deep despair, dear Lord, deep despairYour voice I wait to hearYour presence I seek to be nearThat I may not live with fearAnd I will always be your heirDeep despair, dear Lord Jesus, deep despair! Deep despair, dear Lord , deep despairWhen expectations become desperationMay your might be my light That I may see you as my guideAnd do all things in your mightDeep despair, dear Lord Jesus, deep despair !Deep despair, dear Lord , deep despairMay I know who You really areThat I may know who I am really areAs I stand between my me and where I want to beIn a world that seeks hinder all I have to be Deep despair, dear Lord Jesus, deep despair!Deep despair, dear Lord, deep despairWhen all hope is goneAnd all I have leave my handsMay I smile for what you have doneAs You overcome condemnation with redemptionDeep despair, dear Lord Jesus, deep despair!
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
Choose a man who loves God more than he loves you. If he loves you more than he loves God you'll never be enough because no one and nothing can ever satisfy a man's soul but God himself.
— Mei Jancorda
I cannot help but believe that we are meant for something, Elowyn, something greater than we know. Perhaps greater than we will ever know.
— Allison D. Reid, Journey to Aviad
Perhaps too, it is innocence that allows the young to hear Aviad more clearly when he calls, and encourages their hearts to follow Him, even when they do not recognize His voice for what it is.
— Allison D. Reid, Journey to Aviad
It takes One... to know One...
— Michael William AngelOh, My NDE beneath the SEA: The Near Death Afterlife Experience of Michael William AngelOh "0828"
Obedience requires knowing God’s word, His expectations and then actually living them out.
— Sara Dormon, If You're a Christian and Everyone Likes You... Something's Wrong