четвъртък, май 05, 2011

Of silence

За тишината - дали наистина е геният на глупците и достойнство за мъдрите? Няколко любими цитата и прекрасен стих на О. Уайлд:

It is better wither to be silent, or to say things of more value than silence. Sooner throw a pearl at hazard than an idle or useless word; and do not say a little in many words, but a great deal in a few.

Silence is the genius of fools and one of the virtues of the wise.
Pope Boniface VIII

It is better to be silent and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt.
Abraham Lincoln

I have often regretted my speech, never my silence.
Publilius Syrus

Silence is golden when you can't think of a good answer.
Muhammad Ali

Three things are ever silent--Thought, Destiny, and the Grave.
Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.
Lord Byron

Silence is the most perfect expression of scorn.
George Bernard Shaw

With silence favor me.

He that would live in peace and at ease, must not speak all he knows, nor judge all he sees.
Benjamin Franklin

Silence is more musical than any song.
Christina Rossetti

In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in a clearer light, and what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness. Our life is a long and arduous quest after Truth.
Mahatma Gandhi

The rest is silence.
William Shakespeare

In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
Martin Luther King Jr.

Silentium Amoris (The Silence of Love)

As often-times the too resplendent sun
Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won
A single ballad from the nightingale,
So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,
And all my sweetest singing out of tune.

And as at dawn across the level mead
On wings impetuous some wind will come,
And with its too harsh kisses break the reed
Which was its only instrument of song,
So my too stormy passions work me wrong,
And for excess of Love my Love is dumb.

But surely unto Thee mine eyes did show
Why I am silent, and my lute unstrung;
Else it were better we should part, and go,
Thou to some lips of sweeter melody,
And I to nurse the barren memory
Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung.
Oscar Wilde

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