Quotes About Quiet

There should be a children's song: 'If you're happy and you know it, keep it to yourself and let your dad sleep'.

A few weeks ago my uncle came over to borrow my dad's socket set and when he asked my dad how he was my dad said oh unexceptional. Living quietly with my disappointments. And how are you

Dissent is what rescues democracy from a quiet death behind closed doors.

Death is appalling to those of the most iron nerves, when it comes quietly and in the stillness and solitude of night.

Announcing your death should be like announcing that you are a lunar moth: It must be done quietly or it will not be believed.

Rest is for the dead.

Death is the quiet haven of us all.

Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

So be my passing! My task accomplished and the long day done, My wages taken, and in my heart Some late lark singing, Let me be gathered in the quiet west, The sundown splendid and serene, Death.

Some Christians respond to the divide by making harsh judgments about the people they disagree with — ?one of the main reasons evangelicals have an unsavory reputation. I cringe when I hear such words, and respond by keeping mostly quiet about my faith. Neither approach is healthy.

I loved the quiet places in Kyoto, the places that held the world within a windless moment. Inside the temples, Nature held her breath. All longing was put to sleep in the stillness, and all was distilled into a clean simplicity. The smell of woodsmoke, the drift of incense; a procession of monks in black-and-gold robes, one of them giggling in a voice yet unbroken; a touch of autumn in the air, a sense of gathering rain.

The untrained mind keeps up a running commentary, labelling everything, judging everything. Best to ignore that commentary. Don't argue or resist, just ignore. Deprived of attention and interest, this voice gets quieter and quieter and eventually just shuts up.

aos seres humanos a paz, ao mar a calma; Aos ventos o repouso, e na nossa dor o sono.

The air became dry and still, like the gap in a dead man's mouth.

So, been attacked by any vampires yet? Not one. Zombies? Giant spiders? Water monsters? It's been really quiet on the supernatural front Too bad, 'cause I got attacked by a devil dog. It was not awesome.

He was yelling at them all to follow. Claire didn't want to; she didn't trust them, any of them. But the boy took her hand, and said, Trust me, Claire, and she felt something inside her that had been howling in fear...go quiet.

Truly tough guys never say they're tough.

The news isn't all the news, Jonah. Not by a long shot. It's just what reporters want to tell you about. Riots come and go, wars come and go, but under the tumult, day after day, century after century, millions of people are doing nice things for one another, making sacrifices, mostly small things, but it's all those little kindnesses that hold civilization together, all those people who live quiet lives and never make the news.

No helicopters are aloft. If boats ply the lake, they do so without running lights.

Isolation is a wall against fear and despair. Only nature, quiet, and time for reflection can heal her. If she can be healed.

Grief thrived in a quiet heart, and right now hers thundered with terror and revulsion

Here, in the quiet hours after midnight. Like sitting on a beach. The night rolls and breaks and tosses up our losses like bits of wreckage, all that's left of one ship or another.

All appears to be quiet over on Ringrock. No boats patrol its shores, and no helicopters arrive or depart.

Anna, I hope I didn't wake