Silent Truth Quotes

When truth cannot make itself known in words, it will make itself known in deeds.

What the father kept silent the son speaks out.

Every poem that I write is, in a sense, trying to find adequate words for this unspeakable word, around which my entire life turns.

I don't say everything, but I paint everything.

Life is not to be told, call it as loud as you like, it will not tell itself.

...much of what was said did not matter, and that much of what mattered could not be said.

The silver swan, who, living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat.

In this new place we've found, sometimes there aren't words, because the truth can be even more difficult than the lies.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond.

The most difficult dilemma for a person is perhaps when his heart testifies to an inevitable reality yet his tongue will not proclaim it, when his mind screams in acceptance of truth but he cant bring himself to state it.

There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.

The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever.

Though the singer is silent…there is still the truth of the song.

The old - like children - talk to themselves, for they have reached that hopeless wisdom of experience which knows that though one were to cry it in the streets to multitudes, or whisper it in the kiss to one's beloved, the only ears that can ever hear one's secrets are one's own!

Man can live his truth, his deepest truth, but cannot speak it.

The word is clear only to the kind who on peak or plain, from dark northern ice-fields to the hot wet jungles, through all wine and want, through lies and unfamiliar truth, dark or light, are governed by the unknown gods, and though each man knows the law, no man may give tongue to it.

Everything shows me its face, its innermost being, its secret soul, which is more often silent than heard.

There's a place beyond words where experience first occurs to which I always want to return. I suspect that whenever I articulate my thoughts or translate my impulses into words, I am betraying the real thoughts and impulses which remain hidden.

It is in the thick of calamity that one gets hardened to the truth - in other words, to silence.