Divine Silence Quotes

Heaven is dumb, echoing only the dumb.

My conversations with God always seem leave him speechless.

God has been everlastingly working in Silence, unobserved, unheard, except by those who experience His Infinite Silence. Those who have got the courage and wisdom to surrender themselves to a Perfect Master are the recipients of His Grace.

Words engage our minds, but in the silence we hear the Presence of God.

One reason why we fail to hear God speak is that we are not attentive. We suffer from what might be called 'spiritual mindlessness.'

I’ll never speak to God again.

When I lay these questions before God I get no answer. But a rather special sort of 'No answer.' It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate, gaze. As though He shook His head not in refusal but waiving the question. Like, 'Peace, child; you don't understand.

Listen to God's speech in his wondrous, terrible, gentle, loving, all-embracing silence.

God does not answer our desperate questionings; he simply gives us himself.

Do not speak of God much. After a very little conversation on the highest nature, thought deserts us and we run into formalism.

God secludes Himself; but the thinker listens at the door.

He who has heard the Word of God can bear his silences.

Salvation lies in imitating Christ, in other words, in imitating the 'withdrawal relationship' that links him with his Father... To listen to the Father's silence is to abandon oneself to his withdrawal, to conform to it.

God never talks. But the devil keeps advertising, Father. The devil does a lot of commercials.

But who can speak to God, or rather who can't? The question is, who can get an answer?

Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It's good to be alive.

The experience of prayer when there is no awareness of God and no apparent response from ourselves should not lead us to escape from prayer or give it up.

We sleep to time's hurdy-gurdy; we wake, if ever we wake, to the silence of God. And then, when we wake to the deep shores of time uncreated, then when the dazzling dark breaks over the far slopes of time, then it's time to toss things, like our reason, and our will; then it's time to break our necks for home. There are no events but thoughts and the heart's hard turning, the heart's slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times.

The speech of God is silence. His Word is solitude.

If only we were wiser or better people, perhaps the gods would explain to us the mad, unbearable things they do.

Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation.

Every day, God has something to say to you. Even when He seems to be quiet, God is still saying something.