There is no sound more annoying than the chatter of a child, and none more sad than the silence they leave when they are gone.

I’ll tell you now. That silence almost beat me. It’s the silence that scares me. It’s the blank page on which I can write my own fears. The spirits of the dead have nothing on it. The dead one tried to show me hell, but it was a pale imitation of the horror I can paint on the darkness in a quiet moment.

Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?

Silence is so accurate.

Burglars and bad guys don't like noise. Silence is their friend. They don't want to see lights. They don't want to see noise.

It was absolute silence in that room. Everybody was blown away by his message.