He who does not
He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words. Elbert Hubbard
Long Silence
ON HER DEATHBED, Gertrude
ON HER DEATHBED, Gertrude Stein is said to have asked, ‘What is the answer?’ Then, after a long silence, ‘What is the question?’ Don’t start looking in the Bible for the answers it gives. Start by listening for the questions it asks. Frederick Buechner
The long silences need
The long silences need to be loved, perhaps more than the words which arrive to describe them in time. Franz Wright
After a long silence,
After a long silence, Dodge cleared his throat. \”I think I speak for all of us when I say, ‘Huh?’\” -Dodge(obviously) Frank Beddor
What is to come
What is to come will emerge only after long suffering, long silence. Cesare Pavese
Being a Silent Brother
Being a Silent Brother is life, Clary Fray. But if you mean I remember my life before the Brotherhood, I do. Clary took a deep breath. “Were you ever in love? Before the Brotherhood? Was there ever anyone you would have died for?” There was a long silence. Then: Two people, said Brother Zachariah. There … Read more
Some years ago, not
Some years ago, not long after I moved to Los Angeles from New York, I attended a television industry party. When a man asked my profession, I told him that I was a writer. He sipped his drink. Half-hour or hour? he inquired. There was a long silence. Lifelong, I replied. Carol Muske-Dukes
Rabbit’s clever, said Pooh
Rabbit’s clever, said Pooh thoughtfully. Yes, said Piglet, Rabbit’s clever. And he has Brain. Yes, said Piglet, Rabbit has Brain. There was a long silence. I suppose, said Pooh, that that’s why he never understands anything. Benjamin Hoff
There is an old
There is an old story about the boy at Eton who committed suicide. The other boys in his house were gathered together and asked if any of them could suggest a reason for the tragedy. After a long silence a small boy in the front put up his hand: ‘Could it have been the food, … Read more
All right then, said
All right then, said the savage defiantly, I’m claiming the right to be unhappy. Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat, the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what … Read more