“We are sitting on your bed, there is distance between us and the silence is suffocating me. I am holding my knees to my chest. My body is shaking; you are quiet. I ask you if you still love me, and you tell me that you are not sure that you ever did.”— Mariah Gordon-Dyke, booksnquotes.com
“I am missing you most in the silence between songs on my favourite records. Sometimes it takes so long for the music to start.”— Andrea Gibson, ohandreagibson.tumblr.com
“People often ask me questions that I cannot very well answer in words, and it makes me sad to think they are unable to hear the voice of my silence.”— Hazrat Inayat Khan, amazon.com
“We are sitting on your bed, there is distance between us and the silence is suffocating me. I am holding my knees to my chest. My body is shaking; you are quiet. I ask you if you still love me, and you tell me that you are not sure that you ever did.”— Mariah Gordon-Dyke, venula.tumblr.com
“He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.”— Elbert Hubbard, goodreads.com
“There should be more sincerity and heart in human relations, more silence and simplicity in our interactions. Be rude when you’re angry, laugh when something is funny, and answer when you’re asked.”— Anton Chekhov, en.wikiquote.org
“Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.”— Samuel Beckett, amazon.com
“Silence is always beautiful, and a silent person is always more beautiful than one who talks.”— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, amazon.com
“I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.”— Samuel Beckett, amazon.com
“You’d think that silence would be peaceful, but really, it’s painful.”— David Levithan and John Green, amazon.com
“In keeping silent about evil, in burying it so deep within us that no sign of it appears on the surface, we are implanting it, and it will rise up a thousandfold in the future. When we neither punish nor reproach evildoers, we are not simply protecting their trivial old age, we are thereby ripping t…”— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, archive.org
“Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular. The silence.”— Cormac McCarthy, amazon.com