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“Who tells a finer tale than any of us. Silence does.” —Isak Dinesen

The tone of gloaming fog
A horn croaks like a frog
A long low silent moan
A windblown hollow log

Silence is as deep as eternity, speech as shallow as time.

—Thomas Carlyle

The damping of the fog
Buffering the discord
Muffling rumbling hogs
Softening edgy shards

Silence is the mother of truth.

—Benjamin Disraeli

The shushing of the fog
Creaminess of eggnog
Pillowy vernissage
Suspended time looms large

Silences have a climax, when you have got to speak.

—Elizabeth Bowen

Muted chimes mellow fog
Haloing purple dark
Sub-audible prologue
Luminous epilogue

Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.

—E. L. Doctorow

 



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