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Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let read more
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.
Under all speech that is good for anything three lies a silence
that is better. Silence is deep as read more
Under all speech that is good for anything three lies a silence
that is better. Silence is deep as Eternity; speech is shallow
as Time.
Music and silence combine strongly because music is done with silence, and silence is full of music.
Music and silence combine strongly because music is done with silence, and silence is full of music.
There are haunters of the silence, ghosts that hold the heart and
brain.
There are haunters of the silence, ghosts that hold the heart and
brain.
Silence is the great teacher, and to learn its lessons you must pay attention to it. There is no substitute read more
Silence is the great teacher, and to learn its lessons you must pay attention to it. There is no substitute for the creative inspiration, knowledge, and stability that come from knowing how to contact your core of inner silence. The great Sufi poet Rumi wrote, "Only let the moving waters calm down, and the sun and moon will be reflected on the surface of your being.
Silence is more eloquent than words.
Silence is more eloquent than words.
Silences make the real conversations between friends. Not the saying but the never needing to say is what counts.
Silences make the real conversations between friends. Not the saying but the never needing to say is what counts.
All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep,
But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.
All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep,
But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.
These be three silent things: The Falling snow... the hour before the dawn... the mouth of one just dead.
These be three silent things: The Falling snow... the hour before the dawn... the mouth of one just dead.
