Quotes
Quotes about Silence
Silence in love bewrays more woe
Than words, though ne'er so witty:
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity.
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell,
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Let it be tenable in your silence still.
The rest is silence.
Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle
From her propriety.
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
Had in her sober livery all things clad;
Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament
With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
Rising in clouded majesty, at length
Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,
And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
Midnight brought on the dusky hour
Friendliest to sleep and 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!
Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers?
Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls,
And makes night hideous; --answer him, ye owls!
Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs,
Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes.
Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise.
I am very fond of the company of ladies. I like their beauty, I like their delicacy, I like their vivacity, and I like their silence.
Silence gives consent.
Macaulay is like a book in breeches.... He has occasional flashes of silence, that make his conversation perfectly delightful.
The silence that is in the starry sky.
I have seen
A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell,
To which, in silence hushed, his very soul
Listened intensely; and his countenance soon
Brightened with joy, for from within were heard
Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed
Mysterious union with his native sea.
There was silence deep as death,
And the boldest held his breath
For a time.
No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;
Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.
Majestic silence!
I 'm on the sea! I 'm on the sea!
I am where I would ever be,
With the blue above and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe'er I go.
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years.
Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.
Silence is deep as Eternity, speech is shallow as Time.
As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,--"Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;" or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.
