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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.
I am better able to retract what I did not say than what I did.
I am better able to retract what I did not say than what I did.
But silence never shows itself to so great an advantage, as when
it is made the reply to calumny read more
But silence never shows itself to so great an advantage, as when
it is made the reply to calumny and defamation, provided that we
give no just occasion for them.
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.
The ideal man is his own best friend and takes delight in privacy.
The ideal man is his own best friend and takes delight in privacy.
Under all speech that is good for anything there lies a silence that is better. Silence is deep as Eternity; read more
Under all speech that is good for anything there lies a silence that is better. Silence is deep as Eternity; speech is shallow as Time.
Silence is a source of great strength.
Silence is a source of great strength.
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.
A horrid stillness first invades the ear,
And in that silence we the tempest fear.
A horrid stillness first invades the ear,
And in that silence we the tempest fear.
