You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts; And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime. And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
Khalil GibranLet there be spaces in your togetherness...just as strings of a lute dance alone though they quiver with the same music.
Khalil Gibran