In the beginning there was silence. And out of the silence came the sound. The sound is not here.
The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.
One of the greatest sounds of them all - and to me it is a sound - is utter complete silence.
I am in total silence when I write - I don't even like the sound of the dryer going - I like the quiet.
Some persons talk simply because they think sound is more manageable than silence.
There's no such thing as silence. Something is always happening that makes a sound.
What emerges from the silence is the deafening sound of an old world disintegrating.
To me so deep a silence portends some dread event; a clamorous sorrow wastes itself in sound.
You can't improve sound by having only silence. The problem is to use each at the proper time.
A great silence is spreading over the natural world even as the sound of man is becoming deafening
Everyone is an artist. Each person brings sound out of silence and coaxes the invisible to become visible.
Meditation is the journey from sound to silence from movement to stillness from a limited identity to unlimited space.
Not one sound fears the silence that extinguishes it. And no silence exists that is not pregnant with sound.
Sound is a subtle form of speech and then more subtle than sound is silence and that's like the realm of being.
Deep listening is experiencing heightened awareness or expanded awareness of sound and of silence of quiet and of sounding - making sounds.
My heart pounded against my chest competing with the deafening absence of sound in the air. I'd never known silence like this.
Perhaps sound is only an insanity of silence a mad gibber of empty space grown fearful of listening to itself and hearing nothing.
Sound and sufficient reason falls after all to the share of but few men and those few men exert their influence in silence.
Sound has spoiled the most ancient of the world's arts the art of pantomime and has canceled out the great beauty that is silence.
The silence inside of you is the sound of your knowledge collapsing. Remember it is you who said 'I want to be free.'
The silence grew deeper so deep that if you listened carefully you might very well catch the sound of the earth revolving on its axis.
There was neither horizon cloud nor sound; of that pink spread silence even I had become part belonging as much to sky as to earth.
Just as without silence there could be no sound you would not exist without the vital formless dimension that is the essence of who you are.
I who have never heard a sound tell you there is no silence and I who have never seen a ray of light tell you there is no darkness.