Quotes About Quiet

I'm a quiet guy, but on the pitch, it's different. You have to do everything you can to win and help your teammates.

The greatest and most powerful revolutions often start very quietly,

The greatest hatred, like the greatest virtue and the worst dogs, is quiet.

True merit is like a river, the deeper it is, the less noise it makes.

They were all buried quickly, quietly, without the attention, the traditions, they deserved, the way people always are in a time of plague

To be a Southerner, or to live Southern, is to feel, well, something special even in the quiet, something fine in itself after all those rebel yells and fight songs have finally faded into silence.

I was one of those dark, quiet kids that wrote poetry.

Shut up,' he explained.

Tilliam Frederick Cody, the legendary "Buffalo Bill," died quietly and painlessly at five minutes past noon on January 10, 1917, in the Denver home of his sister May Cody Decker.

There are days when you seek the company of your solitude, and your solitude just wants to be left alone.

When men were all asleep, the snow came flying,In large white flakes falling on the city brown,Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying,Hushing the latest traffic of the drowsy town.

I think the woman was born in Far Madding in a thunderstorm. She probably told the thunder to be quiet. It probably did.

She probably told the thunder to be quiet. It probably did.

We are dead men, Lews Therin murmured. Dead men should be quiet in their graves, but they never are.

That had been the way of their journey, for the most part. Quiet, except when her temper got the best of her, and sometimes when she shouted the sound of her voice seemed to crash in the silence like breaking glass.

uninflected silence

There was perfect silence, except for the sounds of nature.

An old house that had lived its life long ago and so was very quiet and wise and a little mysterious. Also a little austere, but very kind.

How quiet the woods are today... not a murmur except that soft wind putting in the treetops! It sounds like surf on a faraway shore. How dear the woods are! You beautiful trees! I love every one of you as a friend!

Was not -- should not -- a career be something splendid, wonderful, spectacular at the very least, something varied and exciting? Could my long, uphill struggle, through many quiet, uneventful years, be termed a career?

Still Anne said nothing, several times over.

A country Sabbath is suggestive of rest and peace and quiet--sleepy blue skies, shadows golden and green, sunny fields, and the pink and snow of apple blossoms. June is at her height of radiant loveliness now. What a pity it is such a short time. I am here in my old room--my little absolute kingdom. Here I read, write and dream. My favourite pictures adorn the walls, my well read books are on their shelves and my clock ticks me cheerful company.

I'd write of people and places like I knew, and I'd make my characters talk everyday English; and I'd let the sun rise and set in the usual quiet way without much fuss over the fact. If I had to have villains at all, I'd give them a chance, Anne—I'd give them a chance.

Woodrow don't mention nothing he can keep from mentioning. You couldn't call him a mentioner.