Quotes About Quiet

Samir respects me for what I am. I think we get along because we're similar in a way. He's quiet and likes his own space like I do.

When I hear the news that the pirated version of my film is doing rounds, I cannot keep quiet.

I don't want to be rude, but I'm not that social. When I say, 'I never go out,' I mean, 'I never go out.'

I don't like to bring attention to myself. I don't like to make a scene.

I'm an owl; I'm up. I probably go to sleep during the time when most people wake up. The first half of the day, you might not catch me.

I am definitely a night owl.

I'm happy when my name's not in the paper.

I don't go home to parades.

Quiet is definitely not how I would describe New York, but if I go outside of the front door, I see the beautiful Central Park, so it's a nice place to be. And I have a very quiet room, which helps!

I didn't go to parties or anything like that.

From my childhood, I am like this. I never go parties and attend functions.

I don't even like parties.

I really don't go to any parties.

I'm very introverted. Easily a few days could go by where I would not really leave the house or talk to anybody other than my partner.

I was never really into partying.

In the midst of a thousand clouds and countless waters there is an idle person. By day, he roams the green mountains, at night, he returns to sleep beneath the cliff. Quickly, the seasons pass in serenity, with no worldly bonds. How joyful! What does he depend upon? Quiet, like a large autumn river.

I find happiness comes from numerous sources in my life. Most often, the happy moments I cherish most are quiet moments with my wife and family back home in Nova Scotia.

Not merely an absence of noise, Real Silence begins when a reasonable being withdraws from the noise in order to find peace and order in his inner sanctuary.

Solitude is the practice of being absent from people and things to attend to God.

be still before the LORD and wait patiently for him" (Psalm 37:7).

It was so quiet that morning in Paris that the heels of my two companions and myself were loud on the deserted pavements. It was a city of shuttered shops, and barred windows, and deserted avenues.

If grief could burn out Like a sunken coal, The heart would rest quiet, The unrent soul Be still as a veil; But I have watched all night The fire grow silent, The grey ash soft: And I stir the stubborn flint The flames have left, And grief stirs, and the deft Heart lies impotent.

Some day, in years to come, you will be wrestling with the great temptation, or trembling under the great sorrow of your life. But the real struggle is here, now, in these quiet weeks. Now it is being decided whether, in the day of your supreme sorrow or temptation, you shall miserably fail or gloriously conquer. Character cannot be made except by a steady, long continued process.

During this week, Ragan has experience a bit of insecurity with me, the result of my being quieter than usual, which he interprets as being a withdrawal from him. "No," I countered, "it is a withdrawal into myself." I do not think the same need exists in him. Quiet can be the two of us reading silently. But he prefers that I be nearby. I need regular time without anybody else around in order to feel restored.