Robert E. Howard Quotes

I have always valued quiet, and the eternity of it that I face is no more dreadful than the eternity of quiet that preceded my birth.

Silence came before creation, and the heavens were spread without a word

The mountains are great stone bells; they clang together like nuns. Who shushed the stars? There are a thousand million galaxies easily seen in the Palomar reflector; collisions between and among them do, of course, occur. But these collisions are very long and silent slides. Billions of stars sift amont each other untouched, too distant even to be moved, heedless as always, hushed. The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out. But God knows I have tried.

And somewhat as in blind night, on a mild sea, a sailor may be made aware of an iceberg, fanged and mortal, bearing invisibly near, by the unwarned charm of its breath, nothingness now revealed itself: that permanent night upon which the stars in their expiring generations are less than the glinting of gnats, and nebulae, more trivial than winter breath; that darkness in which eternity lies bent and pale, a dead snake in a jar, and infinity is the sparkling of a wren blown out to sea; that inconceivable chasm of invulnerable silence in which cataclysms of galaxies rave mute as amber.

Silence ought also to be the core of each concert. Remember the anagram: listen = silent.

As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.

When we did not move or speak, there was no proof that we were there at all.

There are many types of silence. There is a silence before the note, there is a silence at the end and there is a silence in the middle.

There is no such thing as an empty space or an empty time. There is always something to see, something to hear. In fact, try as we may to make a silence, we cannot.

Silence is as deep as eternity, speech a shallow as time.

Silence is more musical than any song.

Right thinking creationists do not impugn evolution. What we reject is a universe that made itself out of nothing.

There was only the dark infinity in which nothing was. And something happened. At the distance of a star something happened, and everything began. The Word did not come into being, but it was. It did not break upon the silence, but it was older than the silence and the silence was made of it.

Rocks are space, and space is illusion.

n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s

I grow silent. Dear soul, you speak.

To make another person hold his tongue, be you first silent.

Speech is of time, silence is of eternity.

Quiet is the absence of sound. Silence is the presence of silence.

Think of the Earth as a turning point in eternity. Think of the Earth as a meeting point in infinity.

The greatest sound in the theater is silence.

We hear nothing so clearly as what comes out of silence.

And the great spirit of darkness spread a shroud over me...everything was silent-everything. But upon the heights soughed the everlasting song, the voice of the air, the distant, toneless humming which is never silent.