Quotes About Quiet

Don't want to do a thing, Ran, do we, from now and on till evermore.

It was like, oh, we've found the still, dead center of things. This is the quiet middle place where nothing can be done.

Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear! Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men; Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow. Society is all but rude, To this delicious solitude.

Prayer [is] the quiet, persistent living of our life of desire and faith in the presence of our God.

There are fewer and fewer monsters? And I? What am I? Who's shouting? The birds? The woman in a sheepskin jacket and blue dress? The roses from Nazair? How quiet! How empty. What emptiness. Within me.

Music she understood.  Music she lived with, music was her soul, her crutch, her quiet times, her rowdy times.  Music she breathed.

now be quiet, I'm going to be sick.

Castle wall. He was surprised how peaceful and quiet the Castle was. He had somehow expected the upheavals of the evening to show, but it was past midnight by now and a fresh blanket of snow covered the deserted courtyards and old stone buildings.

That was the way life was: it lay so quiet, so still that you put your fingers out to touch it, to stroke it. Then it leapt up and struck you full in the face so that you spun about and spun about, gasping. The flames leapt up all around, rising by inches every minute, rising in rings.

He was one of those quiet, sickly bairns. I was a nursery nurse before I married and I knew the sort. Given to asthma and feeling sorry for himself. It didn't help that he was an only child and his mother loved the bones of him.

Mary hadn't said a word. She'd seemed frozen. It had been as if she were holding her breath.

The hearing test, which involved sitting in a quiet room listening to noises of various pitch played through headphones, confirmed the worst. I had no hearing in my left ear whatsoever.

I had a Latin master who, for no rational reason whatsoever - I was a very quiet kid at school - just hated me.

I like my peace and quiet whenever I can grab it.

When I was seven or eight, whenever I was getting too rowdy at night, my parents would give me a maths workbook to work on to quieten me down.

There is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.

I crave a cone of silence every once in while.

I just love my privacy.

I want to maintain the privacy and remain low-profile.

I like my privacy.

I'm very private.

I'm so secluded, and I'm so private.

I'm a private kind of person.

I'm one of those old-fashioned people who keeps their private life private.