Have you ever noticed how many different silences there are, Gilbert? The silence of the woods . . . of the shore . . . of the meadows . . . of the night . . . of the summer afternoon. All different because all the undertones that thread them are different. I'm sure if I were totally blind and insensitive to heat and cold I could easily tell just where I was by the quality of the silence about me.

Slowly the banners of the sunset city gave up their crimson and gold; slowly the conqueror's pageant faded out. Twilight crept over the valley and the little group grew silent.

EÄŸer gerçekten dua etmek isteseydim ne yapaca??m? size söyleyeyim. Kocaman, ?ss?z bir tarlaya veya orman?n derinliklerine gider, ba??m? kald?r?p sonu yokmuÅŸ gibi görünen o muhteÅŸem mavilikteki gökyüzünün taa içine bakard?m. O zaman duay? gerçekten hissederdim.

God's in His heaven, alls right with the world.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately.

Its beautiful to be alone. To be alone does not mean to be lonely. it means the mind is not influenced and contaminated by society.

Solitude is the furnace of transformation. Without solitude we remain victims of our society and continue to be entangled in the illusions of the false self.

Stillness within one individual can affect society beyond measure.

Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.

Six days a week the spirit is alone, disregarded, forsaken, forgotten.

Faith is not a product of our will. It occurs without intention, without will. Words expire when uttered, and faith is like the silence that draws lovers near, like a breath that shares in the wind.

We often feel how poor the edifice would be were it built exclusively of our rituals and deeds which are so awkward and often so obtrusive. How else express glory in the presence of eternity, if not by the silence of abstaining from noisy acts?