Quotes About Quiet

Coming from the U.K., you realize how quiet England is, and as soon as you get to America, it's really big and brash and loud out here, and South by Southwest was the epitome of that.

I don't like the idea of being connected to the world all the time. One should have space and time for oneself.

It is a destiny of a woman to suffer in silence.

Best *sometimes it is best not to speakbut just gaze silentlyinto the infinity of your own soul_____________________________rassool jibraeel snyman (c) 2015"The Poetic Assassin

I like the posture, but not the yoga. I like the inebriated morning, but not the opium. I like the flower but not the garden, the moment but not the dream. Quiet, my love. Be still. I am sleeping.

We rarely find answers in the distractions. But oh what possibilities live within the quiet of solitude.In my fear to be alone, I distracted myself away from the deep beauty of my own solitude.

It finally was entirely silent and I inhaled and breathed its magical peace...

In the laughing times we know that we are lucky, and in the quiet times we know that we are blessed. And we will not be alone.

Then it was silent. Heavy now, not the sleepy silence of before. The kind of silence that meant horrifying things.

He'd gone broody & quiet, as if considering something major. Then boom—Good-bye Broody Brady, hello Lovesick Nutcase.

Peace be with all the world! My blessing on my friends! My forgiveness to my enemies! For I am in the realm of quiet!

Hatred, by a gradual and quiet process, will even be transformed to love, unless the change be impeded by a continually new irritation of the original feeling of hostility.

A tendency to speculation, though it may keep woman quiet, as it does man, yet makes her sad. She discerns, it may be, such a hopeless task before her.

Calm, gentle, passionless as he appeared, there was yet, we fear, a quiet depth of malice, hitherto latent, but active now, in this unfortunate old man, which led him to imagine a more intimate revenge than any mortal had ever wreaked upon an enemy.

What, are you totally psycho? I shouted. Maybe I am! he screamed back at me. Maybe that's just what I am. Maybe I'm that quiet guy who suddenly goes nuts and then you find half the neighborhood in his freezer. I gotta admit, that one stumped me for a second - but only for a second. Which half? I asked. Huh? Which half of the neighborhood? Could you make it the people on the other side of Avenue T, because I never really liked them anyway.

Why did they call them sneakers if it was so hard to sneak in them?)

Unwinds didn't go out with a bang--they didn't even go out with a whimper. They went out with the silence of a candle flame pinched between two fingers.

In the evening streamed down the radiant sun, That great eye which stares from the inquisitive sky. From behind the window that scattered its bright rays It seemed to gaze upon our long, quiet dinners, Spreading wide its candle-like reflections On the frugal table-cloth and the serge curtains.

I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. It didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.

the best part was pulling down the shades stuffing the doorbell with rags putting the phone in the refrigerator and going to bed for 3 or 4 days. and the next best part was nobody ever missed me.

Don't talk to me or bother me and I won't bother you. All right?

it's necessary for me sometimes just to be alone and quiet and doing nothing. - my telephone

Nobody bother us, we bother nobody.

The best way to think is not at all