As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.
Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.
How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.
Judge with logic and reason, but comment not.
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.
The air was full of all the night noises that, taken together, make one big silence.
Silence is so freaking loud.
Not being heard is no reason for silence.
I decided it is better to scream. Silence is the real crime against humanity.
For all evils there are two remedies - time and silence.
We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content.
The rest, is silence.