Quotes About Quiet

A hick town is one in which there is no place to go where you shouldn't be.

This-this was what made life: a moment of quiet, the water falling in the fountain, the girl's voice ... a moment of captured beauty. He who is truly wise will never permit such moments to escape.

You're aunt's just--what is it--down the hall. You know damn well this place isn't soundproofed. You'll just have to be quiet. He gave her ribs a deliberate tickle that made her jump and yelp. Or not. Didn't I bang you already today, twice this morning? Darling Eve, you're a pathetic romantic.

Love, she knew—where once she hadn't believed—could be quiet and sweet, and still hold the world.

Speaking the words he had been taught, directing them no longer upward but to the earth on which he knelt, he prayed: 'For what we are about to receive make us truly thankful.' ... he... felt his heart suddenly flow over with thankfulness... like a gush of warm water... All that remains is to live here quietly for the rest of my life, eating food that my own labour has made the earth to yield. All that remains is to be a tender of the soil.

When he got quiet again, she assumed he was done talking. Instead, he spoke up one last time: "I only have one other secret." "What's that?" "Don't tell anyone . . . but I like that goddamn cat of yours." Tilting her head to the side, Beth smiled at the Shadow. "I have a feeling . . . he's pretty fond of you, too.

He rubbed his face and looked at her. Adored her so intensely in the quiet darkness that he was afraid of her.

Waking At Night The blue river is grey at morning and evening. There is twilight at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me now is a beginning or an end.

Apparently Dean had been quiet for a few months; now the angel had arrived and he was going mad again.

Twins are a high-risk pregnancy, by definition. The quieter I am, the longer I can keep them growing.

I'm the type who minds my own business and am not keen on giving interviews on my mom's birthday, or my dog's birthday.

At home, my parents were quite old, so the surrounding was of elder people. There was no noise. Reading books was encouraged; TV was not encouraged, so I was the geeky, studious type of girl.

If you're pretty, you want to be ugly. If you're loud, you want to play quiet. You always want to challenge people's expectations.

Life has highs, lows, loud and quiet moments, beautiful ones and ugly ones. Music is a reflection of life.

I've travelled around the UK a lot recently and have discovered that I really like trains. If you're in the quiet carriage, nobody can get hold of you and you can relax.

I personally haven't heard anything, but WWE haven't exactly been quiet about the fact that their aim is to do a full time UK brand show. They have been quite open about that from the start.

Meditation is all about the pursuit of nothingness. It's like the ultimate rest. It's better than the best sleep you've ever had. It's a quieting of the mind. It sharpens everything, especially your appreciation of your surroundings. It keeps life fresh.

It's all about tuning out the noise, tuning out all the stuff that simply doesn't move the game forward - the doubt, the personal agendas, the often deafening fear of judgment and the need to please - so that you can ultimately get to that place of quiet, of calm, where you can focus on what really matters.

My tastes in all things lean towards the arty and boring. I like sports documentaries about Scrabble players, bands that play quiet, unassuming music, and TV shows that win awards. In that way, I am an elitist snob.

No war or battle sound Was heard the world around.

The instant you say All Quiet On The Western Front people remember that great 20th century classic book on war, a book about a school boy turned into a soldier overnight.

We are living in a time of many wars. The call for peace must be shouted. Peace sometimes gives the impression of being quiet, but it is never quiet. Peace if always proactive and dynamic.

Everything is very quiet, the streets are never crowded, and the people one dislikes are out of town.

So long as the deceit ran along quiet and monotonous, all of us let ourselves be deceived, abetting it unawares or maybe through cowardice.