“Pray silence for the soloist. But let him be soon over, that we may hear the great striding fugue again.”
“As for me, the silence and the emptiness is so great, that I look and do not see, — Listen and do not hear — the tongue moves but does not speak … I want you to pray for me — that I let Him have free hand.”
“There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.”
“> let him stay you pray> noneone anywhere over> marvil ha scritto:> uninunderstanding no> proprietarrayerilness”
“My ex calls the ochre winter 'autumn' as we queue to hear dock boys play jazz fugues in velvet dark.— Broken Verses”
“Let us be silent, that we may hear the whisper of God.”