Quotes About Quiet

In the stillness of quiet, if we listen, we can hear the whisper of the heart giving strength to weakness, courage to fear, hope to despair.

The quiet, even the danger, of the woods provided my rather lonely spirit with a sense of belonging that did not depend on human relationships.

This campus was an island of quiet in the city's roar, and at night it was an island of dark in the city's blaze.

This was defeat. This was failure; a quiet, ashen world. True humility and obedience, where the knee is bowed to the inevitable, the ring is kissed without pride or restraint.

It was not generally realized that what children mostly wanted was to be left alone.

It was a quiet street—people kept themselves to themselves. It

Evil was almost …. it was almost child-like: naïve, simplistic. A game you played and then woke up from, only to find it wasn't pretend. The real-life monsters weren't grotesque: they were quiet men and women, people you passed on the street and didn't notice.

Silence is the true friend that never betrays.

Silence is a friend who will never betray.

Silence is a true friend who never betrays.

She wanted to quietly drift back into the shadows and live a life where nobody got hurt. Was that too much to ask?

noise and come

He hadn't heard her approach. His bad. Unusual. Normally, he was highly aware of his surroundings. It had been one hell of a slow Friday for him, and he'd just been about to head down to the bar that waited below

I read in desperate snatches in the interstices of the Quotidian, and dream of finding three uninterrupted quiet hours to think, moon, mentally maunder, and, above all, write. I am pursued by an anti-Muse; her name is Life. Her homely multisyllabic surname is often left unenunciated, but to certain initiates it may be whispered: Exigency.

In November, the earth is growing quiet. It is making its bed, a winter bed for flowers and small creatures. The bed is white and silent, and much life can hide beneath its blankets.

I was never much of a club guy. Even when I was in New York in the early eighties, I never was once in Studio 54. It was too noisy. My version of those years mostly took place at my house.

Hobbits are an unobtrusive but very ancient people, more numerous formerly than they are today; for they love peace and quiet and good tilled earth: a well-ordered and well-farmed countryside was their favourite haunt.

When I was growing up, I wasn't an extrovert. If anything, I was an introverted kid and a very average pupil at school. I was very quiet.

As much as the Congress is criticized - and a lot of it is well deserved - the fact is there are many quiet victories if you keep your head down and know how to maneuver in the process and get things done.

The world beyond the hidden garden vanished from her awareness. There was only this place, this patch of Eden, sunny and quiet and blazing with unearthly color. The mixed scents of lavender and warm male skin were all around her... too delicious... too compelling...

He craved activity and noise, having even gone so far as to insist that the carpenters and plumbers resume their daily cacophony of work, despite the fact that Devon had told them to stop while Winterborne recovered. Apparently the last thing Winterborne wanted was peace and quiet.

you stood still.

There is so much good. So much grace. So much pouring into the river. A quiet water, this river of grace. Its work done in ways that do not seek attention. Yet it is there. Always there. A

shush my mind, because your mind can ruin you if you let it.