Eternal Silence Quotes

O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?

None but the dead are permitted to tell the truth.

The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.

Spirit is the vast stillness which is behind all created things.

Silence before being born, silence after death: life is nothing but noise between two unfathomable silences.

If hell has no answer for the questioning dead, it is not because it refuses to answer (for rigorous, alas, in observance, is the imperishable fire), but it is because hell has nothing to say, will say nothing eternally.

See the world as it truly is, small and blue, beautiful in that eternal silence where it floats.

Dead people never seem to address the obvious - the things you'd think they'd be bursting to talk about, and the things all of us not-yet-dead are madly curious about. Such as: 'Hey, where are you now? What do you do all day? What's it feel like being dead? Can you see me? Even when I'm on the toilet? Would you cut that out?'

Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.

Eternity shall be at once a great eye-opener and a great mouth-shutter.

Through meditation one discovers one's own light. That light you can call your soul, your self, your God—whatsoever word you choose—or you can remain just silent because it has no name. It is a nameless experience, tremendously beautiful, ecstatic, utterly silent, but it gives you the taste of eternity, of timelessness, of something beyond death.

One word from you shall silence me forever.

The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories.

You can't argue with the dead, no matter what you say, they always have the last word.

Be confident small immortals. You are not the only voice that all things utter, nor is there eternal silence in the places where you cannot come.

And really, the reason we think of death in celestial terms is that the visible firmament, especially at night (above our blacked-out Paris with the gaunt arches of its Boulevard Exelmans and the ceaseless Alpine gurgle of desolate latrines), is the most adequate and ever-present symbol of that vast silent explosion.

Dead men tell no tales.

Listen closely... the eternal hush of silence goes on and on throughout all this, and has been going on, and will go on and on. This is because the world is nothing but a dream and is just thought of and the everlasting eternity pays no attention to it.

Dead men hear no tales; posthumous fame is an Irish bull.

I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say 'figment.'

Of all the pulpits from which human voice is ever sent forth, there is none from which it reaches so far as from the grave.

How poor this world would be without its graves, without the memories of its mighty dead. Only the voiceless speak forever.

Through endless time God's greatest gift is continuously given in silence. But whenmankind becomes completely deaf to the thunder of His Silence God incarnates as Man.

Now he understood. This was death. Death was a silence that gave back no answer.

The final reward of the dead - to die no more