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Most of all, I adored silence for a moment before beginning.

She was awakened by silence. Opening his eyes, she slid a hand under the sweater. Heart pounding. She bit her lips. Stronger. Even more. I opened my eyes only when I felt the salty taste of blood. Alive...

People always talk about the calm before the storm, but nobody speaks about the silence that comes afterwards. At least after the storm you know that it's over.

A foot of concrete is important when your neighbor bothers to wear a hearing aid, and he turns on the TV at full volume.

Sometimes you talk just to avoid silence.

Sometimes staying in silence is the only way to say something.

Silence is a mortal enemy of restless hearts.

A man whose heart is full of silence is not at all like one whose heart is full of silence.

The silence opens me its doors...

What now could seem too loud? Only silence. Silence in which you tearing up the place, as in a vacuum.

Downstairs someone singing. It even does not sing but shouts the lyrics. All these people who need to have them constantly yelling TV. Or radio, or media player. All people who are weary of the silence. These are my neighbors. Sound broom. Silence foby.

Let's do just the silence -
We too love your own speech,
And they can not hear anyone
Your friends at the nearest meeting
Let's do just the silence.
And we will see in this silence,
How far we were from each other,
As thought race on horseback,
But they simply ran in a circle.

Our main cure is silence. She helps to look back, reflect on what happened, admit mistakes. It forces us to think, to question. She is our guide, it helps to cope with fears or sows in the soul a new, eliminates agony or leads to madness. She tries us with ourselves, eases the load of time erasing what we'd like to forget.

Someone depressing silence, even nice growl.