Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

When the owl sings, the night is silent. (Quand le hibou chante, La nuit est silence)

There are in life a few moments so beautiful,that even words are a sort of profanity.

Tolerance! The virtue that makes one bite his tongue so that he can tear out his hair.

The silence sat down with them like an invisible creature with its finger to its lips.

I heard God in the silence. I recognized his voice precisely because it was inaudible.

...when your heart is broken, don't go silent - speak to God in his own language...

Silence is nonfunctional and yet a functional way of cleaning the garbage in our minds.

Crash studied her. Sometimes he seemed to understand her silence better than her words.

Silence often speaks louder than words. To be heard is nice to be understood is divine.

If there was any great lesson in life it was this: No battle was ever won with silence.

Silence is the invisible door to God. Silence is the inner door to become one with God.

I had lots of good intentions but I wasted them on people who didn't deserve them...

I just realized that sleep sometimes is the only precious wage for the hard working man.

Do not take someone's silence as his pride,perhaps he is busy fighting with his self