We don’t know what we have until its gone.
To better understand what happiness is all about, one needs suffer agony and undergo grief to be able to relate. To be surrounded by rowdy commotion and ceaseless din is to appreciate the blessed relief of silence. Finally, one never truly acknowledges a presence until it is absent. It is a sad irony of life that the tendency to miss someone is felt only upon its loss. Missing enters the picture when absence is realised. ~ Margaret Young
Remember music is really the silence between the notes and noise is when there is no order in the silence. ~ David Velasquez
Having a house full of boys, I can readily say that sometimes it takes the silence to really appreciate the noise. ~ Darcy Kohler
