Quotes About Quiet

Shut upIn measureless content.

Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!

Truth hath a quiet breast.

Quiet consummation have;And renowned be thy grave!

I could be well contentTo entertain the lag-end of my lifeWith quiet hours.

A peace above all earthly dignities,A still and quiet conscience.

His cares are now all ended.

Not a mouse stirring.

Waiting for God" This morning I breathed in. It had rained early and the sycamore leaves tapped a few drops that remained, while waving the air's memory back and forth over the lawn and into our open window. Then I breathed out. This deliberate day eased past the calendar and waited. Patiently the sun instructed the shadows how to move; it held them, guided their gradual defining. In the great quiet I carried my life on, in again, out again.

This perpetual hurry of business and company ruins me in soul if not in body. More solitude and earlier hours!

Strongest mindsAre often those of whom the noisy worldHears least.

Strongest minds are often those whom the noisy world hears least.

Beauty gathered in the brightness of the sunny hours - is often best remembered in the quiet dark.

I cannot imagine any writer who would not fight for his peace and quiet.

A leader is best When people barely know that he exists.

el mexicano es por naturaleza silencioso…Si no sabe hablar muy bien, sabe en cambio, callar de manera excelente

The room was filled with a kind of stillness. Not simply an absence of noise, but an accumulation of layers of silence...

The sound of time flowing between us became the sound of the water trickling quietly from the faucet until dawn.

Profesorul avea nevoie de pace, ceea ce nu însemna neap?rat t?cere complet?. De fapt, nu p?rea s?-l deranjeze când Radical alerga pe hol sau d?dea tare sonorul radioului. Avea nevoie de o liniÅŸte interioar? pe care s? n-o tulbure lumea de afar?.

Yet Barkley drew back. Perhaps he, like Harry Truman, knew that the quiet power of incumbency easily overcomes the noise of crowds and bands.

For a dozen years it traveled quietly from person to person. Symptoms were slow to arise. Death lagged some distance behind. No one knew. This virus was patient, unlike Ebola, unlike Marburg. More patient even than rabies, but equally lethal.

Out of the quiet emerges the sheer incarnational presence of the world, a presence that seems to demand a moving internal symmetry in the one breathing and listening equal to its own breathing, listening elemental powers.

Being a hero, I guess, is a quiet thing.

summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people. for those few months, you're not required to be who everyone thinks you are, and that cut-grass smell in the air and the chance to dive into the deep end of a pool give you a courage you don't have the rest of the year. you can be grateful and easy, with no eyes on you, and no past. summer just opens the door and lets you out.