By Albert Camus
A seed grows with no sound but a tree falls with huge noise. Destruction has noise, but creation is quiet. This is the power of silence…Grow silently. Good Morning.
It is in the still silence of nature where one will find true bliss.
Sometimes I want a quiet life, other times I want to go a little bit f*cking Gatsby.
If I maintain my silence about my secret it is my prisoner…if I let it slip from my tongue, I am ITS prisoner.
You are not going to silence me. You are not going to silence America. You are literally like a little gangster thug. Rubio just threatened to silence me.
Great is truth, but still greater, from a practical point of view, is silence about truth.
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
I learned another valuable lesson that night: listen to the quiet voice inside. Intuition is the noise of the mind.