Madeleine L'Engle Quotes

It's quiet. No cars. No birds. Nothing.' 'No radio waves,' said the Doctor. 'Not even Radio Four.' 'You can hear radio waves?' 'Of course not. Nobody can hear radio waves,' he said unconvincingly.

Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

For the listener, who listens in the snow, / And, nothing himself, beholds / Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

The loudest noise in the world is silence.

All silence is. All emptiness. And now: The dawn.

All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.

There are moments when it's too quiet. Particularly late at night or early in the mornings. That's when you know there's something lacking in your life. You just know.

Sometimes silence can seem so loud.

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.

In the beginning, there was silence. And out of the silence came the sound. The sound is not here.

I began to think that if you're a stutterer, it's about inhabiting silence, emptiness, and nothingness.

Everything that's created comes out of silence. Your thoughts emerge from the nothingness of silence. Your words come out of this void. Your very essence emerged from emptiness. All creativity requires some stillness.

I have no message.

But to me nothing - the negative, the empty - is exceedingly powerful.

The emptiness was intense, like the stillness in a great factory when the machinery stops running.

Nothing is as eloquent as nothing.

And all was black and still, and black and cold, and black and dead, and black.

Try as we may to make a silence, we cannot.

Emptiness has its solace in that there's nothing left to take.

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Space has no "existence." "To exist" literally means "to stand out." You cannot understand space because it doesn't stand out. Although in itself it has no existence, it enables everything else to exist. Silence has no existence either, nor does the unmanifested.

The Mr. absent, and the house dead.

Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.

I am interested in silences

Good and bad, happy and sad, all thoughts vanish into emptiness like the imprint of a bird in the sky.