Silence can be the savior we did not know we were seeking.
Silence can soften the blows we did not realize we were feeling.
Silence can serve as a weapon, as lethal as a knife and as soft as a pillow.

Silence is the opposite of noise, but far more powerful and more mysterious.
Silence is a faded memory dressed in new clothes, shown only to intimate friends.
Silence is a sharp rebuke and a heartfelt expression of unconditional love.

Silence breaks hearts and heals wounds.
Silence buries enemies and hatchets.
Silence struggles to quell fears and launch joy.

Everywhere you turn your ears, you listen for silence, but it’s somewhere else.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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