“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

Yes, but observor should remain silent. [...]

Now I shall keep silent for a while. [...]

[...] You have each your ways of expressing to the other silent attitudes of hopelessness or happiness. [...]

(Seth continued after we all sat silently for a moment.)

—I come and everyone is silent. [...]

[...] No television picture is showing you the silent afternoons spent by an artist who will be called great tomorrow, or stresses the vitality of life that is responsible for the existence of the television sets to begin with. [...]

[...] She sat upright in her rocker, hands clasped, head back somewhat, eyes usually closed; her lips began to form words silently, as is usual in these instances. [...]

(To begin, we sat silently at the board, hands on the pointer. [...]

The trees in the forest
Stand secret and silent,
Their voices suspended
In lungs of leaves
That only can whisper
Of dreams held dormant,
That breathe only once
In a thousand years.

[...] He felt your mother was silently accusing him of putting you in a poor light whenever he succeeded. [...]

Nothing you can say, vocally, can be as severe as Ruburt sometimes imagines your reaction to him, so do not feel that you must remain silent on any issues. [...]

[...] To your not-so-silent gallery group in New York, for example, you have the power, which may surprise you in some of your querulous moods—but you have the format, the attention, that such people envy and resent.

[...] Both of us were silent for long periods. [...]

[...] Your present father secretly admires Loren’s apparent easy sociability, not knowing that Loren is forced to laugh and shout loudly, just as your father is more or less forced by his own personality to sit silent and sullen.

[...] In trance, Jane abruptly fell silent for well over a minute. [...]

[...] This would be a silent area. [...]

[...] To that extent, all other languages reside silently within any given spoken language. [...]

[...] We will be silent for a moment however.

[...] When we fell silent, or adopted the usual more formal session air, he demanded to know what had happened to all the jokes. [...]

[...] The Silent Gallery people epitomized Ruburt’s fears in a fashion, and though I have given material in several ways pertaining to the fears, Ruburt never consciously acknowledged them, but shoved them under. [...]

[...] You cannot teach a boy to be “the strong silent male type,” and then expect him to excel either verbally or in social relationships. [...]

[...] I took the Christmas bell, made in Switzerland and sent to us by a reader in upstate New York, in to 330; when wound up it plays Silent Night most evocatively. [...]

[...] A silent partner. [...]

[...] The patient may silently shout out, “That is not just a blood sample — it is my blood you are taking.” [...]