A Quote by Alexander Theroux

Silence is the unbearable repartee. — © Alexander Theroux
Silence is the unbearable repartee.
The silence was unbearable to him. If the pictures could have reflected the feelings inside him, they would have been screaming in pain.
There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt.
The only reaction against an unbearable society is equally unbearable nonsense.
Life is bearable even when it's unbearable: that is what's so terrible, that is the unbearable thing about it.
All ballet galas are unbearable, but they're unbearable in different ways.
Prayer within breath is silence, love within infinity is silence, Wisdom without word is silence, compassion without aim is silence, action without doer is silence, smiling with all existence is silence
Most of life is unbearable. It’s unbearable but we bear it
The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.
Civilization is unbearable, but it is less unbearable at the top.
I have known the silence of the stars and of the sea. And the silence of the city when it pauses, And the silence of a man and a maid, And the silence for which music alone finds the word.
Silence, yes, but what silence! For it is all very fine to keep silence, but one has also to consider the kind of silence one keeps.
Silence is Golden; it has divine power and immense energy. Try to pay more attention to the silence than to the sounds. Paying attention to outer silence creates inner silence: the mind becomes still. Every sound is born out of silence, dies back into silence, and during its life span is surrounded by silence. Silence enables the sound to be. It is an intrinsic but unmanifested part of every sound, every musical note, every song, and every word. The unmanifested is present in this world as silence. All you have to do is pay attention to it.
It is very hard to live with silence. The real silence is death and this is terrible. To approach this silence, it is necessary to journey to the desert. You do not go to the desert to find identity, but to loses it, to lose your personality, to be anonymous. You make yourself void. You become silence. You become more silent than the silence around you. And then something extraordinary happens: you hear silence speak.
There are many types of silence. There is a silence before the note, there is a silence at the end and there is a silence in the middle.
Comedy is what happens when you cross the dateline from the unbearable. Things become so unbearable they become a joke.
Silence is truth. Silence is bliss. Silence is peace. And hence Silence is the Self.
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