Quotes About Quiet

From the windows, through the fur of snow, the landscape became more melancholy when the sun successfully brightened the quiet trees, unable to speak without their leaves.

She was not only good at housekeeping, she enjoyed it. After her parents left for work and the other children were at school or in mines, the house was quiet. The stillness and isolation both calmed and energized her. She could arrange and clean without interruption until two o'clock, when Chicken and Pie came home.

Horizontal lines provide a sense of quiet and peace. Vertical lines feel powerful, solid, and permanent. Diagonal lines are more dynamic, conveying movement and change. Straight lines feel formal, deliberate and manmade. Curved lines, especially S-shaped, feel casual and add sophistication, nature and grace. Leading lines draw your eye through the picture.

I try to get in quiet time and book time, but really, the only time I ever get that is when I'm on an airplane - I have a fear of flying, but I actually love flying because it's the only time I can sleep, and it's the only time I get to read.

I used to come here on my own sometimes... Id' stay down here for ages." Her voice was barely audible. "It's a good place for sadness...

The stone did not respond or at least I don't think it did, but I imagined it answering quietly, telling me that my left hand and my right hand are made up of atoms from different stars and I looked this up in a library book later and discovered that theoretical physics did indeed affirm the awesomeness.

Awesome is loud but awe is quiet.

And when you are weird, when your surroundings become quiet, you think maybe you aren't quite so fucked up. You think, Why was it so hard before?

To waste this heart once more & have you here, not silent, only quiet, as before.

I carry it all with me, in the quiet pools and strong currents of my being. I fill my hands with the black dirt left by the river's birth. I believe that what I hold in my hands is memory: like the river, it takes what it touches, carrying it along until all that remains is the bed over which the water flows.

All the misery of being a fat teenager in America, trying so hard to be invisible, quiet, not to draw attention to myself.

My family's pretty intense. Like every other day, someone's having a first Communion or a christening or a baby. My mother calls me four times a day just to 'catch up.' I have to pretend the cell service sucks out here just to get some peace and quiet. I love them, but too much of a good thing, you know?

That was how change came she supposed, in the quiet of things unspoken and truths unacknowledged. (The Great Alone)

There was a pain that came with constant disapproval; a sense of having lost something unnamed, unknown. Elsa had survived it by being quiet, by not demanding or seeking attention, by accepting that she was loved, but unliked.

She'd learned how to disappear in place long ago. She was like one of those animals whose defense mechanism is to blend into the landscape and become invisible. It was her way of dealing with rejection: Say nothing and disappear. Never fight back. If she remained quiet enough, people eventually forgot she was there and left her alone.

Leni felt distance spreading between them. That was how change came, she supposed: in the quiet of things unspoken and truths unacknowledged.

The falling apart of a man's life should make more noise. It should startle passesrby with its Sturm and Drang. It ought to sound like the Parthenon crashing down. Not this ordinary, everyday kind of quiet...He closed his eyes...And still it was quiet, this falling apart of his life, as silent as the last beat of an old man's heart. A quiet, echoing thud, and then...nothing.

Fear and shame she understood. Fear made you run and hide and shame made you stay quiet, but this anger wanted something else. Release.

I like to think of myself as a quiet revolutionary.

I thought marriage was something very quiet and very regular and very bourgeois.

Perfect ignorance is quiet, perfect knowledge is quiet; not so the transition from the former to the latter.

cowed by the awe of a hundred thousand voices clamoring to be heard above the din of reverent quiet.

You're the nice, quiet alcoholic. The good intellectual alcoholic.

But now it is Norris's privilege and pleasure to see her as no one else does, for he has been struck by love for Vida. And in his eyes, under the transforming inspection of his gaze?well, who can tell? Vida may become something more than she appears at the very moment, waiting quietly on her bench, the world breathing delicately around her.