To communicate through silence is a link between the thoughts of man.
He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.
There is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
Silence is also conversation.
We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough
I think I feel rather differently about sympathy to what seems the normal view. I like just to feel it is there, but not always expressed.
I decided that not talking is like a litmus test for a real friend. You can just sit there and be. Not always be filling up the air with words
I possess the faculty of enjoying the company of those I - of my friends as well in silence as in conversation.
Whatever's there to feel, feel it—the riddance, the relief, the fright and freedom, the fear of forgetting, the dull ache of your own mortality. Get with someone you can trust with tears, with anger, and wonderment and utter silence.
The stillest tongue can be the truest friend.
