Quotes About Quiet

And I have asked to be Where no storms come

I have asked to be Where no storms come

faith must believe without discussion, and the stronger it is, the more it keeps silent.

Rest forever, tired heart. The final illusion has perished. The one we believed eternal is gone. Just like that. Out the door desire follows hope. Rest forever. Enough throbbing. Nothing deserves your attention nor is the earth worth a sigh. Bitterness and boredom is life, nothing else ever, and the world is mud. Quiet now. Despair for the last time. Fate gives us dying as a gift. Now turn from the hills, the ugly hidden power which rules for the common evil and the infinite vanity of it all.

See, the night doth enfold us! See, all the world lies sleeping!

No response no reaction

Le comari a poco a poco si erano diradate, e come il paese stesso andava addormentandosi, si udiva il mare che russava li vicino, in fondo alla straduccia, e ogni tanto sbuffava, come uno che si volti e rivolti nel letto.

He was quiet, cooperative. He'd made his decision. He knew his soul would have to deal with the consequences, but for now, God had lost. It was a relief to him. It always is, to find the edge of yourself. To know the exact limit of your strength. It's a relief because not knowing it is an exhausting full-time job.

I'm a husband, a father of two, a full-time teacher, and so my writing process mostly involves sitting down and writing, any chance I get, anywhere I am, for as long as life will let me. Music helps. Good light helps. I love quiet and coffee when I can get them. But I can write on a bus, in a dentist office's waiting room, in bed with a clip-on booklight, almost anywhere. And I try to do at least some every single day.

Everyone needs a place where they can go to just ponder for a while. Silence is important; it's the only time you can hear the whispering of truth.

This is a deal that invites passivity, obedience, and conformity. The safest course, the way to ensure being "left alone," is to remain quiet, unthreatening, and compliant.

Thou dost come to me in dreams, When entranced in slumber deep, And thy radiant countenance seems, Like some angel-guard, to keep Watch above my quiet sleep.

If you can't hear the angels, try quieting the static of worry.

The days may not be so bright and balmy—yet the quiet and melancholy that linger around them is fraught with glory. Over everything connected with autumn there lingers some golden spell—some unseen influence that penetrates the soul with its mysterious power.

Autumn is the hush before winter.

In the desert, the slow quiet entrance of autumn is like breathing a sigh of relief — exhaling all the hot, stifling air built up over summer.

...years of quiet bliss To me, fast-rooted on paternal land, Mated, yet childless. He had journeyed far Beyond the borders of my life...

If we have not quiet in our own minds, outward comforts will do no more for us than a golden slipper on a gouty foot.

Why does cold weather refresh old griefs? More quiet for reflection? Longer nights to lay awake? Like citrus, grief is a winter fruit.

You're so quiet and subdued! You worry me. Are you well?" "Quite well. Deflated, perhaps. I have been deserted by my enemies. The affair is over. I am done.

Say unto your heart, Peace, be still!

It's so uncommon to have a place where no one can call you.

My dad was a very unconventional Asian American man. He was very much not quiet, not shy, not passive. If he had to fart, he'd do it in the library. He did not care. He was like, 'I don't know these people. I'm uncomfortable, and I need to let it go.'

Do not underestimate the determination of a quiet man.