Silence is the folding of the wings of the intellect to open the door of the heart.
Silence is the essential human response to the mystery of God, to the infinity of God.
In the sweet territory of silence we touch the mystery. It's the place of reflection and contemplation, and it's the place where we can connect with the deep knowing, to the deep wisdom way.
Silence is the medium through which we may perceive the depth of truth.
If he is not edified by my silence, there is no hope that he will be edified by my words.
Be silent about great things
let them grow inside you.
Never discuss them,
discussion is so limiting and so distracting
it makes things grow smaller.
You think you swallow things
when they ought to swallow you.
People are on the lookout for ideas, and I should like to make them feel that what they need is to keep silence. Spirit only makes itself heard by those who humbly abide in silence.
Silence is more than merely the silence of noise; it is a primary reality in its own right which points to a life beyond the word and hence beyond the self.
I listen and hear the Silence
I listen and see the Silence
I listen and taste the Silence
I listen and smell the Silence
I listen and embrace the Silence
Of course, to begin with, silence is not silence at all; it is filled with our own perpetual inner chatter. As this gradually dies away, we begin to feel we know the silence intimately, almost as a person. We may experience it as threatening, hostile, even as killing. We may experience it as boredom, tension, loneliness, insignificance, a state of being unloved, and as loss of identity.
This dark face of silence is painful to look upon, and we long to be let off the encounter. We use every trick, every device open to us to dodge the moment we dread, the moment of "letting go," of yielding, of opening ourselves to the torrents of inner pain. Yet it is precisely this which silence must achieve.
Be still and know that I am God.
The central silence is there
where no creature may enter, nor any idea,
and there the soul neither thinks nor acts
nor entertains any idea,
either of iself or anything else.
The world of men has forgotten the joys of silence, the peace of solitude which is necessary, to some extent, for the fullness of human living.
Silence is our perfect replica of inner poverty. Periods of silence regenerate, simplify and organize life, much as short fasts clear out and rest our digestive systems. Silence then strengthens our good will, brings peace of mind and creates for many a new life.
Silence is not merely the absence of sound but a reality in itself. To cultivate silence is to let it grow inside ourselves so that it enters every aspect of our lives.
We need to recover oases of silence within the rhyme and reason of our active life, for it is in silence that we meet God face to face.
Language is so weak in explaining the fullness of the mystery. That is why the absolute silence of meditation is so supremely important. We do not try to think of God, talk to God or imagine God. We stay in that awesome silence open to the eternal silence of God. We discover in meditation, through practice and are taught daily by experience, that this is the natural ambience for all of us. We are created for this and our being flourishes and expands in that eternal silence.
In silence man can most readily preserve his integrity.
Only when one is connected to one's own core is one connected to others. And for me, the core, the inner spring, can best be refound through solitude.
The possession of God is the silence of the heart. The thought of God is the silence of the mind.
The last words of St Thomas: "All that I have written seems to me nothing but straw compared to what I have seen and what has been revealed to me" — emphasized the centrality of silence and of the unknowable.
The last word of St Thomas is not communication but silence. And it is not death which takes the pen out of his hand. His tongue is stilled by the superabundance of life in the mystery of God. He is silent, not because he has nothing further to say; he is silent because he has been allowed a glimpse into the inexpressible depths of that mystery which is not reached by any human thought or speech.
Love silence above everything else, for it brings you near to fruit which the tongue is too feeble to expound. First of all we force ourselves to be silent, but then from out of our silence something else is born that draws us into silence itself. After a time a certain delight is born in the heart as a result of the practice of this labour, and it forcibly draws the body on to persevere in stillness.
True silence is a suspension bridge that a soul in love with God builds to cross the dark, frightening gullies of its own mind, the strange chasms of temptation, the depthless precipices of its own fears that impede its way to God.
Such silence is holy, a prayer beyond all prayers, leading to the final prayer of constant presence of God, when the soul, finally at peace, lives by the will of Him whom she loves totally, utterly, and completely.
Silence and solitude ask for much discipline and risk taking because we always seem to have something more urgent to do and just sitting there and doing nothing often disturbs us more than it helps. But there is no way around this. Being useless and silent in the presence of our God belongs to the core of all prayer. In the beginning we often hear our own unruly inner noises more loudly than God's voice. This is at times very hard to tolerate.
But slowly, very slowly, we discover that the silent time makes us quiet and deepens our awareness of ouselves and God. Then, very soon, we start missing these moments when we are deprived of them, and before we are fully aware of it, an inner momentum has developed that draws us more and more into silence and closer to that still point where God speaks to us.
Growth takes place in a person by working at a deep inner level in a sustained atmosphere of silence.
Silence is the language of God. All else is poor translation.