“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

[...] As a language that you know is, again, dependent upon other languages, and implied pauses and silences, so the dream that you experience and recall is also one statement of the psyche, coming into prominence; but it is also dependent upon other events that you do not recall, and that your consciousness, as it now operates, must automatically translate into its own terms.

[...] They were not approved of, and intellectually Ruburt silenced them, before giving them adequate voice or expression.

[...] But Jane said the silence bothered her—the kind of remark I’ve always heard her make. [...]

[...] He equates silence with disapproval. [...]

(There was silence.) Such curiosity amazes me.

[...] The Gallery of Silence affair was simply another episode, in which fears were poohpoohed, but he was afraid that those people would come here, and he felt threatened.

[...] “All those questions,” she said when I asked her about her silence. [...]

[...] And until you feel free you may keep your silence. [...]

[...] In silence it grows and is nurtured, but it is not of itself quiet. [...]

[...] And you would throw them away for you would think the air cannot speak and space makes no noise, and in the silence there is no voice and no meaning and so voice and sound and language are given you. [...]

[...] Here was no gentle lulling silence, for the absence of sound frightened me beyond anything I could remember. [...] I remember somehow equating all the silence about me with a forbidding white wall. And in parentheses: (I don’t know why I felt that way, but I did.) I couldn’t die deaf (Jane said with a laugh at 11:45). I think I had imagined that everything would shut down gradually. [...]

Years ago, when the Gallery of Silence people began to bug him, he felt threatened, afraid that he would become the brunt of fanatics or extremists. [...]

He wanted to shout your decision (to leave Artistic) to the skies of course, and thought he was quite reasonable by saying nothing for a while, at your request; yet secretly he thought that your attitude of silence meant that you were not proud of the decision, did not want it known, that you were acting ashamed of it and wanted it kept quiet, rather than as a triumph.

(To Junior.) There has been a great silence from that corner of the couch, but I remember it and secrets spring even from couches. [...]

[...] Then I thought of Ed’s first letter of two years ago, breaking a twenty-year-old silence, mailed from Alaska where Ed was skiing. [...]

[...] Now as a teacher he uses the same talents he used in the past, his rather smirky tongue making up with jokes for prim silence that had suffered in the past. [...]

[...] She also stated that she could still “do something” tonight, but after an hour of silence without results thought that some kind of communication, or talking, was necessary to achieve it. [...]

It is true that for some time he then projected portions of his own overly-conscientious portions upon you, and then reacted; but it is also true that you had schooled yourself to display displeasure through a heavy silence, and were afraid of displaying your happier, sunnier emotions.

[...] He was greeted with a large silence momentarily. [...]

[...] Now my voice is loud but the voice of the inner self is very still and you must be quiet to hear it and so from the loudness of my voice let your self run inward into that silence that is very active. [...]