Silence

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds-and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, Where never the lark, nor even eagle flew- And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high, untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

Let thy speech be better than silence, or be silent.

The most important of life's battles is the one we fight daily in the silent chambers of the soul.

When I start the book, I'm The Writer. The writer bitches for a week about how he never has any fun, he's tired of being funny all the time, and nobody cares about him anyhow. This is followed by a period of deep intense silence, much staring at walls, punctuated by cheery optimism on the order of: 'That's it! I'm Dead! I can't think of an ending!' or 'I'm just going to have to scrap the first ten pages - they're lousy.' Often it is less coherent than that - reduced to the more succinct, 'Garbage! It's all GARBAGE!'"

A fair request should be followed by the deed in silence.

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

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves.

Silence is a friend who will never betray.

Henri Pruniéres commenting on the music of Claude Debussy: He was the incomparable painter of mystery, silence, and the infinite, of the passing cloud, and the sunlit shimmer of the waves-subleties which none before him had been capable of suggesting.