Quotes About Quiet

Our tyger feet Are quieter than most.

Quiet, subjects!" she bellowed, jumping on her bed. "You have entered the Queenly Realm of Me, Who Is Named Cassawoof!

The only peace is being out of earshot.

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.

When you do things right, people won't be sure you've done anything at all.

And Nora felt similarly, in that moment. Although she had only been left alone for an hour at this point, she had never experienced this level of solitude before, amid such unpopulated nature.

The quiet made her realize how much noise there was elsewhere in the world. Here, noise had meaning. You heard something and you had to pay attention.

A quiet that had a presence, that was a force in the air.

I used to deal with worry by distracting myself. By going out to clubs, by drinking heavily, by spending summers in Ibiza, by wanting the spiciest food, the brashest movies, the edgiest novels, the loudest music, the latest nights. I was scared of the quiet. I was scared, I suppose, of having to slow down and soften the volume. Scared of having nothing but my own mind to listen to.

I love stillness. Slowness. When nothing is happening. The blueness of the sky. Inhaling clear air. Birdsong over traffic. Lone footsteps. Spring flowers blooming with defiance. I used to think the quiet patches felt dead. Now they feel more alive. Like leaning over and listening to the earth's heartbeat.

The quiet made her realise how much noise there was elsewhere in the world. Here, noise had meaning.

Strew on her roses, roses,And never a spray of yew!In quiet she reposes;Ah, would that I did too!

Silence your dog, captain!

I've come here for the silence," he said. "Silence," repeated

Sleep quietly, now that the gates of the day are closed. Leave tomorrow's problems for tomorrow. The earth is peaceful. Only the stars are abroad; and they will not cause you any trouble.

In which they are alone now and there doesn't seem to be anyone around. Sometime

Bila je tiha luka, u ?iji sam mir ulazio slomljen olujom, ali sre?an što se vra?am.

Espero para oír lo que va a decir sobre su amigo, pero se queda callado. Sigue hablando dentro de su cabeza. Frases enteras le pasan a toda velocidad delante de los ojos. No puedo leerlas.

It was impossible to look out on the city from high up without thinking for a second of 9/11, even nine years later. Any overarching view of the city seemed to call for a brief, noble hush. Smokestacks steamed; lights stuttered; there was movement along the grid. The quiet moment now wasn't unpleasurable. It was just a moment of seriousness, born in something terrible, but now uncoupled from it.

We each have only one voice, and the world is so loud. Sometimes I think that the quiet ones have figured out that the best way to get other people's attention is not to shout, but to whisper. Which makes everyone listen a little harder.

I felt something swell in me then. It wasn't desparate, or triumphant, or any of the things I was used to feeling around men. This was quiet and thrilling, and new. It felt like it might spill out from me, and fill whole rooms. It felt like gladness.

I feel better when I am not around people. When I am alone, alone, alone.

I can't sleep at night. Can you?

I think that sometimes our souls must tell us they are having a hard time trying to keep up with all of our worldly festivities and plans. Quiet moments, such as when we weave, or in times of sleep, are when we hear what our inner selves have to say.