So long as you’re silent, you needn’t worry about being understood or misunderstood. A tongue that is silent is like still water as opposed to one that lashes out like waves of fury that destroy, or at the very least, harm someone or something.
Silence is not necessarily employed when one is not equipped with an answer. It serves as an answer itself. Wordless, but ironically, loud and clear.
Sometimes, it just takes an ounce of silence to express what words can’t.
A class apart it is, distant from the dissonance of muffled mutterings and incoherent utterances. Silence is when the soul speaks when the rest of you is hushed.
From the Bottom of an Inkwell 