I, schooled in misery, know many purifying rites, and I know where speech is proper and where silence.
Before you speak, ask yourself: Is it kind, is it necessary, is it true, does it improve the silence.
Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.
There are few things as deafening as silence.
Silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing.
Silence is a true friend who never betrays.
Writing is a struggle against silence.
Less is always more. The best language is silence. We live in a time of a terrible inflation of words, and it is worse than the inflation of money.
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.
My only two weapons: time and silence.
In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
Silence is a source of great strength.
There is no free society without silence, without the internal and external spaces of solitude in which the individual freedom can develop.
What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.
The music is not in the notes, but in the silence between.
Not every truth is the better for showing its face undisguised; and often silence is the wisest thing for a man to heed.
Silence at the proper season is wisdom, and better than any speech.”
Silence is better than unmeaning words.
Either be silent or say things of more value than silence. Do not say a little in many words, but a great deal in a few.
I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another.
So long as the laws remain such as they are today, employ some discretion: loud opinion forces us to do so; but in privacy and silence let us compensate ourselves for that cruel chastity we are obliged to display in public.
Silence will save me from being wrong (and foolish), but it will also deprive me of the possibility of being right
Is it not true, then, that my life with all its limitation touches at many points the life of the World Beautiful? Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be, therein to be content.