In a world that never shuts off, the silent night is gift, even if Christmas isn’t your holiday.
Some silence is more than merely an absence of sound; it is the presence of something else — something unseen and unheard but felt.
The person who isn’t asking any questions may not be ignorant at all. In fact, they may be the wisest person at the table.
In a noisy world, silence is hard to come by.
Snow creates a blissful silence that produces magic, if we can shut up long enough to let it work on us.
Some characterize New York City on Christmas as “dead.” To me, it feels very much alive.
For the first time in months I am alone, and for the first time in almost a year I am wrapped in a cocoon of silence.