“In the speech sound wave, one word runs into the next seamlessly; there are no little silences between spoken words the way there are white spaces between written words. We simply hallucinate word boundaries when we reach the end of a stretch of sound that matches some entry in our mental dictionary.” WayLittlesEndsRunningNextSoundSpaceWhiteSilenceWrittenSpeechWaveBoundariesSilence IsDictionaryOne WordEntrySpace BetweenWritten WordSpoken WordWhite SpaceSound Waves Book:The Language Instinct: How the Mind Creates Language Source: The Language Instinct: How the Mind Creates Language
“There I was out in the barn playing midwife to a pregnant mare. I remember sitting there, spinning yarn in the light of a little oil lamp, a city girl who knew nothing about farming, sitting on the deel beside that mother in pain, already beginning the birthing process. All around me there was darkness and perfect silence, except for the mother's pain. It was as if the war didn't exist in those hours.” IfsLittlesWarLightPainRememberMotherGirlProcessHoursPerfectCitiesSilenceDarknessSittingOilPregnantLampsFarmingSpinningBarnsMidwifeYarnBirthingMaresCity Girl Author:Diet Eman
“I find our society a bit noisy. I would like to contribute a little silence.” LittlesBitsSilenceOur SocietyNoisy Author:Bruno Monguzzi
“We're all like the little sailor. From the harbors we hear the strains of accordions and the murky soapy noises of the docks, from the mountains we receive the dish of silence that the shepherds eat, but we don't hear more than our own distances. And what distances without end and without doors and without mountains!” LittlesEndsSilenceDoorsMountainDistanceNoiseDishesStrainHarborsSailorShepherdsDocksAccordions Author:Federico Garcia Lorca