Quotes About Quiet

I've never had a very great public life.

Far from the world I walk, and from all care.

I don't think anyone would care about my private life because I don't do anything. I'm at home with my dog.

There is no greater source of strength and power for me in my life than going still, being quiet and recognizing what real power is.

If we had the power over the ends of the earth, it would not give us that fulfillment of existence which a quiet devoted relationship to nearby life can give us.

Sometimes, silence is loud.

Dreams give your soul wings. And images from dreams are the exquisite patterns on the wings. Hold your dream as you would hold a butterfly -- in your open, quiet palms. Make sure none of the delicate wing dust brushes off onto clumsy hands. Pinning the dream down with interpretation will tear the wings off the butterfly and kill it. .... Hold your dream images gently enough so that they still can fly.

I closed my eyes, feeling the tug of the books. This was my refuge, my fortress of solitude. Standing in this quiet cave, surrounded by walls of books, was normally enough to ease my mind no matter how stressful things got . . . but not today. Today the books called to me. Every one was a gateway to magic, waiting to be unlocked.

I tend to stay up late, not because I'm partying but because it's the only time of the day when I'm alone and don't have to be performing.

the Sierra, a region so quiet and pristine that we have the sense of being the first human beings ever to set foot in it. We fall silent ourselves in its midst, as if conversation in a place of such primaevl solitude would be like talking in church.

I breath in and out through my mouth to feel the quiet. In. Out. Over and over. Until I fall asleep.

I like her. She's restful.

Desespero quieto às vezes é o melhor remédio que há.

She felt free now. Free and empty. No need to talk to anyone, or be polite, or bother about anything.

uttered a word. He had

In my box of sound bites there are no jackhammers, no snowmobiles, no Jet Skis, no children wailing. Music but no Muzak. It's my box. Put what you want in yours.

The world clamors, "Do more! Be all that you can be!" But our Father whispers, "Be still and know that I am God.

The murmur of the limpid stream.

Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard.

All ten years of my trepidations, Each and every sleepless night, I placed them all in a quiet word And I voiced it – in vain, unsure. You walked off and with order restored, My soul was empty and pure. - From "Confusion", Anna Akhmatova, Rosary

All ten years of my trepidations, Each and every sleepless night, I placed them all in a quiet word And I voiced it – in vain, unsure. You walked off and with order restored, My soul was empty and pure. ~ Confusion

The early chills are most pleasant to me. Torment releases me when I come there. Mysterious, dark places of habitation -- Are storehouses of labor and prayer. The calm and confident loving I can't surmount in this side of mine: A drop of Novgorod blood inside me Is like a piece of ice in foamy wine. And this can not in any way be corrected, She has not been melted by great heat, And what ever I began to glory -- You, quiet one, shine before me yet.

MUCH of the naughtiness in school is a result of the child's lack of interest in his work, augmented by the physical inaction that results from an attempt to sit quietly.

A whisper. To speak in a whisper. To whisper—like the sea.