Silence, and the fine balance between doormat and wisdom. Our tongues often lead to trouble, when unrestrained. Silence, can show strength. Yet in the same breath never speaking up, compromises our voice and character.
It spreads all around me, like a thick blanket. Impenetrable, suffocating, intense, impossible to escape. I claw at my face crying, trying to breathe, but I can’t — to breathe would be to break it. Falling to my knees sobbing, I reach out begging for help.
But all that greets me is silence.
Aria
“silence do good. the silence will fall”, he said as he turned to me slowly. “what does that even mean”, i asked. “Only when silence fall we will be able to hear the things that truly matter”, he said. “Things like what?” “We won’t know until there’s silence”
Sara
Sweeping across the plains, the wind left a brush of stillness in its wake. There, like riding in the draft of a truck, I sought the perfect moment of peace.
ml
I enjoy reading in silence places. It’s difficult to find them but when you do, you feel comfortable to be in.
Thauanny
I have been in the silence for too long, now every sound seems like noise. I fell in love with the melody of silence. It is so much fun.
They sat facing each other in silence. Neither knew what to say. The events that took place the night before were tragic and no words were going to make it better.
scared and mysterious all around you and waiting for something to happen and keeping a secret or finding out a puzzle
chema king
Silence is the most powerful communication that one could make. It gives too many meanings – one could take it for a nod, an acceptance, disapproval, disinterest and what not.
Silence is the key success to pragmatism. It enhances your stability and creativity.
Debashish Bhattacharya
never
ever
is there silence
but there are moments
that are quiet
silence is not the absence
but the fullness
of time and space
black holes are not black
they are sucking all the matter in
silence is the fullness
the fullness that is life
The silence around me was terrifying. No one could hear my screams for help. Nothing but silence and darkness. The cell seemed colder than it did hours before…or was it days…minutes? Everything blended together in this damn prison.
Silence. I wish there was more of it here. Noisy so-called “music” in
this coffee shop disturbs the — silence. A lack of silence. Can’t
concentrate without noise of my own. Hardly silence, is it? Either
way. Mental activity plus noise equals a constant.
The sound of slience is profound indeed. It means that something extraordinary has happened; it means that something wonderful has happened; it means that something shocking, terrifying, horrible or terrible has happened; it can be the sound of grief, of happiness, worry and anger…
It can also be the sound of nothing. When you have run out of things to say. What is left behind is silence, and it can be the most beautiful sound there is.
I love silence in special cases. I speak very little.
Nickolas
How many times have I been told to shut up? as a child? as an adult? silence has been something I have grown to love, but also abhor. I love people, and when together, people are not silent. Silence is alone, silence is solitary.
R Fabian
When I hear this word i always think of the song The Sound of Silence which in my opinion is an amazing song done by two amazing lyricists. Thank God for music!
Nobody.
words are like war to the megaweapon of silence
KayGee
Silence, it was the only thing Ed heard as the judge told him his sentence. Twenty years to life in federal prison, no parole. He directed his gaze to his mother and saw the tears falling from her eyes. Of course Ed expected to get locked up. However, not to a federal prison and not for life. Ed was only fifteen, so he did believe that the judge would go easy on him. He even shed a few tears as he spoke to the judge, explaining his deep and sincere apologies. Spewing lies about how it was an accident, he didn’t know what came over him, it will never happen again! Just thinking about it made Ed grin because he knew that the judge knew it was all lies. Which made Ed even happier, knowing that someone saw him for who he truly was instead of some scrawny, blonde-haired boy. After all, Ed did batter his father and five-month old brother to death with a hammer, but in all honesty, they got better than they deserved.
peace or insanity – at times at at at at at places where you can’t talk like why is hours hours but tours isn’t towers some things are better left in the silence so shut the FRONT FROUNT FROOOOONT DOOOOORRRRRRSRSSRSRSRSRSR
She stood there, in silence, looking at the starry sky above her. She could only hear the wind in her ears and blowing her hair all round, she had finally found peace.
one word over and over and the echo cling to the walls and ceiling. is “i’m leaving you” one word?
my silence is zero words. is blood flowing from a wrist sound and fury or is the word “over,” said over and over again, until no one is there to speak it?
gdfd
after seeing this word my mind went into silence for a momemt,for i just wrote this yesterday.
Silence, and the fine balance between doormat and wisdom. Our tongues often lead to trouble, when unrestrained. Silence, can show strength. Yet in the same breath never speaking up, compromises our voice and character.
It spreads all around me, like a thick blanket. Impenetrable, suffocating, intense, impossible to escape. I claw at my face crying, trying to breathe, but I can’t — to breathe would be to break it. Falling to my knees sobbing, I reach out begging for help.
But all that greets me is silence.
“silence do good. the silence will fall”, he said as he turned to me slowly. “what does that even mean”, i asked. “Only when silence fall we will be able to hear the things that truly matter”, he said. “Things like what?” “We won’t know until there’s silence”
Sweeping across the plains, the wind left a brush of stillness in its wake. There, like riding in the draft of a truck, I sought the perfect moment of peace.
I enjoy reading in silence places. It’s difficult to find them but when you do, you feel comfortable to be in.
I have been in the silence for too long, now every sound seems like noise. I fell in love with the melody of silence. It is so much fun.
They sat facing each other in silence. Neither knew what to say. The events that took place the night before were tragic and no words were going to make it better.
scared and mysterious all around you and waiting for something to happen and keeping a secret or finding out a puzzle
Silence is the most powerful communication that one could make. It gives too many meanings – one could take it for a nod, an acceptance, disapproval, disinterest and what not.
To the deepest to the fulles – it can be fulfilling and complete.
Yet it can have the force of thousand explosions
it’s silence.
you were a quiet creature;
and it was a surprise to find
that the silence of your absence
was so loud.
each morning i can hear
that you are missing from my
morning routine.
i didn’t know that
loss had a sound.
you were such a quiet creature;
it was such a surprise to find
that the silence that you left
was so loud.
each morning i hear
the absence of you in my
morning routine.
i didn’t know that
pain had a sound.
Silence is the key success to pragmatism. It enhances your stability and creativity.
never
ever
is there silence
but there are moments
that are quiet
silence is not the absence
but the fullness
of time and space
black holes are not black
they are sucking all the matter in
silence is the fullness
the fullness that is life
In silence, I’m invisible. I emerge. Hear me now.
The silence around me was terrifying. No one could hear my screams for help. Nothing but silence and darkness. The cell seemed colder than it did hours before…or was it days…minutes? Everything blended together in this damn prison.
Silence. I wish there was more of it here. Noisy so-called “music” in
this coffee shop disturbs the — silence. A lack of silence. Can’t
concentrate without noise of my own. Hardly silence, is it? Either
way. Mental activity plus noise equals a constant.
The sound of slience is profound indeed. It means that something extraordinary has happened; it means that something wonderful has happened; it means that something shocking, terrifying, horrible or terrible has happened; it can be the sound of grief, of happiness, worry and anger…
It can also be the sound of nothing. When you have run out of things to say. What is left behind is silence, and it can be the most beautiful sound there is.
I already did this word
I love silence in special cases. I speak very little.
How many times have I been told to shut up? as a child? as an adult? silence has been something I have grown to love, but also abhor. I love people, and when together, people are not silent. Silence is alone, silence is solitary.
When I hear this word i always think of the song The Sound of Silence which in my opinion is an amazing song done by two amazing lyricists. Thank God for music!
words are like war to the megaweapon of silence
Silence, it was the only thing Ed heard as the judge told him his sentence. Twenty years to life in federal prison, no parole. He directed his gaze to his mother and saw the tears falling from her eyes. Of course Ed expected to get locked up. However, not to a federal prison and not for life. Ed was only fifteen, so he did believe that the judge would go easy on him. He even shed a few tears as he spoke to the judge, explaining his deep and sincere apologies. Spewing lies about how it was an accident, he didn’t know what came over him, it will never happen again! Just thinking about it made Ed grin because he knew that the judge knew it was all lies. Which made Ed even happier, knowing that someone saw him for who he truly was instead of some scrawny, blonde-haired boy. After all, Ed did batter his father and five-month old brother to death with a hammer, but in all honesty, they got better than they deserved.
peace or insanity – at times at at at at at places where you can’t talk like why is hours hours but tours isn’t towers some things are better left in the silence so shut the FRONT FROUNT FROOOOONT DOOOOORRRRRRSRSSRSRSRSRSR
She stood there, in silence, looking at the starry sky above her. She could only hear the wind in her ears and blowing her hair all round, she had finally found peace.
one word over and over and the echo cling to the walls and ceiling. is “i’m leaving you” one word?
my silence is zero words. is blood flowing from a wrist sound and fury or is the word “over,” said over and over again, until no one is there to speak it?