“In our whole life melody the music is broken off here and there by rests, and we foolishly think we have come to the end of time. God sends a time of forced leisure, a time of sickness and disappointed plans, and makes a sudden pause in the hymns of our lives, and we lament that our voice must be silent and our part missing in the music which ever goes up to the ear of our Creator. Not without design does God write the music of our lives. Be it ours to learn the time and not be dismayed at the rests. If we look up, God will beat the time for us.” IfsThinkingWritingLooksDoeEndsWholeLife IsVoiceChristianityOur LivesPlansMissingDesignBrokenMusic IsBeatsEarsSilentCreatorWhole LifeGods WillLook UpSicknessMelodyDisappointedLeisurePausesEnd TimesHere And ThereHymnsLamentDismayed Author:John Ruskin
“When an idea comes, spend silent time with it. Remember Keats's idea of Negative Capability and Kipling's advice to "drift, wait and obey". Along with your gathering of hard data, allow yourself also to dream your idea into being.” WritingIdeasHardDreamRememberWaitingAdviceNegativeSilentDataCapabilityGatheringKipling Author:Rose Tremain
“I sometimes read about authors who say they require a perfectly silent room maintained at precisely 68 degrees, with trash bags taped over the windows and a white-noise machine in the corner to write, and I think, 'Who are these people, and do any of them have kids?” PeopleThinkingWritingSometimesKidsWhiteRoomsDegreesWindowMachinesSilentCornersNoiseBagsTrashWhite Noise Author:Jennifer Weiner
“There is a master way with words that cannot be learned but instead developed: a deaf man develops exceptional vision, a blind man exceptional hearing, a silent man, when given a piece of paper.” MenWayWritingGivenVisionPiecesMastersPaperBlindSilentHearingExceptionalDeafBlind ManSilent Man Author:Criss Jami
“Ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write [create]? Dig into yourself for a deep answer.” WritingNightAsksHoursAnswersSilent Author:Rainer Maria Rilke
“Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear, Unite division, and draw distance near; Their magic force each silent wish conveys, And wafts embodied though, a thousand ways: Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were mean, For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between.” WayWritingMindMeanSoulBodyForceWishMagicThousandDrawsLettersDistanceSilentDivisionAbsentPowAbsent Friends Author:Aaron Hill