Not a word does the cloud-kissing mountain say, yet everyone looks up at her in admiration.
Not a moment would the fly stop humming, yet everyone means to keep it silent forever.
Silence is not weakness in a debate. Instead it is respect to the opponent and authority in silence.
Silence sometimes is more expressive than the words.
To a broken heart silence is not indifference.
It is tender sunshine to the flower and quiet soil to the seed.
Silence is just the moment between the sight of lightening and the roar of thunder.
Don‘t be a cicada in summer. Be the plant growing in silence.
Silence is gold.