For God sake hold your tongue, and let me love.

For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love

The music of life is in danger of being lost in the music of the voice.

It's a good feeling to not tell people what's going on.

Those who do not yet love one another deeply have need of words; those who deeply love thrive on silences.

Listening is such a simple act. It requires us to be present, and that takes practice, but we don't have to do anything else. We don't have to advise, or coach, or sound wise. We just have to be willing to sit there and listen.

Silence is golden when you can't think of a good answer.

Though silence is not necessarily an admission, it is not a denial, either.

Though silence is not necessarily an admission, it is not a denial, either.

Just because there's a silence doesn't mean that nothing is going on.

She doesn't make speeches anymore. She has become speechless. She stays in her home, but it doesn't seem to agree with her. How furious she must be, now that she's been taken at her word.

I must admit it's a surprise to find myself still here, still talking to you. I prefer to think of it as talking, although of course it isn't: I'm saying nothing, you're hearing nothing. The only thing between us is this black line: a thread thrown onto the empty page, into the empty air.