“If a play is good and you're effective in it, you suddenly hear a silence that is loud, and that moment makes the whole schmageggy business of an actor or an actress worthwhile, because you suddenly know that they are human beings like you, who are receiving something from you.” IfsKnowsHumansPlayWholeMomentsActorsHuman BeingsSilenceLike YouTheaterActressesLoudThat MomentWorthwhileReceiving Author:Shelley Winters
“I supply my own angels and demons. I exist on a stony beach, which lowers itself in waves toward a protective ocean. A dog barks; a child cries; the day sinks and becomes night. You can never scare me. No human being will be able to scare me ever again. I have a prayer that I repeat to myself in absolute stillness: May a wind come to stir up the ocean and the stifling twilight. May a bird come from water out there and explode the silence with its call.” HumansMayChildrenAbleNightWaterMy OwnPrayerHuman BeingsSilenceDogCryWindOceanBirdAngelAbsolutesWaveBeachRepeatsDemonScareStillnessTwilightProtectiveBarkAngels And DemonsStifling Book:Images: my life in film Source: Images: my life in film
“All the people of all the nations which had fought in the First World War were silent during the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of Armistice Day, which was the eleventh day of the eleventh month. It was during that minute in nineteen hundred and eighteen, that millions upon millions of human beings stopped butchering one another. I have talked to old men who were on battlefields during that minute. They have told me in one way or another that the sudden silence was the Voice of God. So we still have among us some men who can remember when God spoke clearly to mankind.” PeopleMenWorldWayFirstsHumansStillsWarRememberNationsVoiceHoursHuman BeingsSilenceMillionsMinutesMankindMonthsHundredSilentOne WayWar Of The WorldsSpokesOld ManRemember WhenBattlefieldsEighteenNineteenVoice Of GodFirst World WarBreakfast Of ChampionsArmisticeArmistice DayEleventh Hour Author:Kurt Vonnegut
“Silence comes in two varieties: One that nourishes and comforts; another that chokes, smothers, and isolates. Solitary confinement is the worst kind of imprisonment we can inflict on fellow humans, and if you are forced to keep silent about some dark secret, you live in solitary confinement. Without the bridge of communication connecting you to other human beings, you can’t share your burdens, can’t receive comfort, can’t confirm that you still belong. Silence is the abyss that separates you from hope.” IfsHumansKindStillsTwoDarkHuman BeingsSecretSilenceShareWorstCommunicationComfortFellowsSilentBurdenVarietyBridgesSolitarySilence IsAbyssConnectingChokeImprisonmentConfinementSolitary ConfinementDark Secrets Author:Martha Beck
“Short story writers simply do what human beings have always done. They write stories because they have to; because they cannot rest until they have tried as hard as they can to write the stories. They cannot rest because they are human, and all of us need to speak into the silence of mortality, to interrupt and ever so briefly stop that quiet flow, and with stories try to understand at least some of it.” NeedsWritingTryingHumansHardDoneStoriesSpeakHuman BeingsSilenceQuietFlowMortalityShort StoryStory Writers Book:Broken Vessels: Essays Source: Broken Vessels: Essays