The Browning love story? It is an ideal, all too rare, and yet I hardly think it strange. It would have been far stranger had the fates allowed those two brilliant passionate souls to beat themselves out in silence.
If it's total freedom, I guess the ultimate thing you can go into is total silence between the audience and performer, with the performer projecting something he doesn't even have to play.
To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.
Silence moves faster when it's going backward.
A sudden silence in the middle of a conversation suddenly brings us back to essentials: it reveals how dearly we must pay for the invention of speech.
Speech and silence. We feel safer with a madman who talks than with one who cannot open his mouth.
Poetic knowledge is born in the great silence of scientific knowledge.
Under all speech that is good for anything there lies a silence that is better, Silence is deep as Eternity; speech is shallow as Time.
When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.
Speech is human, silence is divine, yet also brutish and dead: therefore we must learn both arts.
Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together.
Silence is more eloquent than words.
Silence is as deep as eternity, speech a shallow as time.
The world is never quiet, even its silence eternally resounds with the same notes, in vibrations which escape our ears. As for those that we perceive, they carry sounds to us, occasionally a chord, never a melody.
There is no such thing as an empty space or an empty time. There is always something to see, something to hear. In fact, try as we may to make a silence, we cannot.