Quotes About Quiet

I like to curl up in a quiet corner and write a good book. I hate when life gets in the way of my hobbies.

In quiet we had learn'd to dwell- Myvery chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends- To make us what we are:-even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.

By all means use sometimes to be alone.

Q. Why don't the British panic? A. They do, but very quietly. It is impossible for the naked eye to tell their panic from their ecstasy.

I'm scared of becoming a noise crank, but I always just loved quiet. I love to have conversations without straining to hear...

Amo esta soledad, lejos de los problemas de la vida en común.

The hotel bar was quiet and dark, with the kind of mood that promotes good talk and serious drinking.

It was not a silence, just a quiet, the indrawn breath that comes before the shout.

The morning is the best time, there are no people around. My pleasant disposition likes the world with nobody in it.

If we could learn how to balance rest against effort, calmness against strain, quiet against turmoil, we would assure ourselves of joy in living and psychological health for life.

But some emotions don't make a lot of noise. It's hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint - like a heartbeat. And pure love why, some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there.

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November!

Peace is a daily, a weekly, a monthly process, gradually changing opinions, slowly eroding old barriers, quietly building new structures. And however undramatic the pursuit of peace, the pursuit must go on.

Give us grace and strength to preserve. Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind. Spare to us our friends and soften to us our enemies. Give us the strength to encounter that which is to come, that we may be brave in peril, constant in tribulation, temperate in wrath and in all changes of fortune, and down to the gates of death, loyal and loving to one another.

And in the morning, rising up a great while before day, he went out, and departed into a solitary place, and there prayed.

I'm exhausted from not talking.

Silence is the most perfect expression of scorn.

Still waters run deep.

Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies!

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.

I praise the Frenchman; his remark was shrewd, - "How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude." But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper - Solitude is sweet.

The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires.

Speech is silvern, silence is golden.