Quotes About Quiet

The house was quiet, my room dark and still. I lay awake and thought of all the good men on TV who'd been shot in the head. I saw again the dead soldiers lying on the ground , and until Pop had cried over us, I hadn't thought much about Jeb and me having to go and fight, too. But in only nine years I'd be as old as the dead, and it'd be my turn, wouldn't it?

Okay heres the deal a whole day of NO TALKING IN SCJHOOL.Not in class,not in the halls, not on the plaground nowhere.No talking at all. And its a contest- BOYS AGAINST GIRLS. Whichever side talks less, wins.

every one must have some solitary spot where he can be alone with his God.

That is the secret. As the rising sun holds the promise of light for the rest of the day, so your quiet time spent waiting on God will be your promise of His presence and power throughout your day.

Absence does not so much make the heart grow fonder as give the heart time to integrate what it has not previously absorbed, time to make sense of what happened too quickly to have any meaning in the instant. This is always true. If it is in absence that people forget each other, it is also in the quiet pause of absence that, minds running in symmetry, people come to know each other; there is sometimes as much intimacy in the span of continents as in the shared hours before dawn.

We love the way screens can, almost magically, absorb our children's attention and give us a few moments of quiet in the car or before dinner.

Her need was as big as the stars, and he was down there on the beach, so quiet she could hardly hear him.

And shy as a coon in the daylight.

I've heard that in the moments before an earthquake, all nature falls completely silent. Birds alight and stop chirping, squirrels stop running, rivers stop flowing. I don't know if this is true or not, but that's what the meeting felt like at that moment. An eerie, unnatural quiet before something awful.

When your mind is quiet, when your mind is in silence, then the new arrives.

The panic, a voice in the distance -loud enough to hear, but quiet enough to ignore.

It would seem that losing the sadness would be a good thing, but it has been replaced by nothing -a quiet acceptance of this boring, everyday life. I think it's even worse than being miserable. At least being miserable is active.

It was always late at night, when everything and everyone else was quiet, that those voices would rise like ghosts, soft and haunting, filling your mind until sleep finally came.

But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.

It was so quiet, I could hear my own breathing, loud in my ears. Outside, the ocean was crashing, waves hitting sand, then pulling back to sea. I thought of everything being washed away, again and again. We make such messes in this life, both accidentally and on purpose. But wiping the surface clean doesn't really make anything any neater. It just masks what is below. It's only when you really dig down deep, go underground, that you can see who you really are.

That was the nice thing about the Spot: you could hear everything, but no one could see you.

The silence wasn't like the ones I'd known lately, though: it wasn't empty as much as chosen. There's a entirely different feel to quiet when you're with some-one else, and at any moment it could be broken. Like the difference between a pause and an ending.

These were always the weirdest trips for me, when it was midnight or even later, and we pulled up to a dark house, trying to be quiet. Like a robbery in reverse, creeping around to leave something rather than take it.

The silence wasn't like the ones I'd known lately, though; it wasn't empty so much as chosen. There's an entirely different feel to quiet when you're with someone else, and at any moment it could be broken. Like the difference between a pause and an ending.

Talent develops in quiet places, character in the full current of life.

Jesus fühlte rein und dachte Nur den Einen Gott im stillen; Wer ihn selbst zum Gotte machte, Kränkte seinen heiligen Willen.

It's very quiet but I'm aware that life is going on outside.

To be frank, nothing has changed since The Quiet American—when we finally destroy the whole world it will be with the very best of intentions.

For no art and no religion is possible until we make allowances, until we manage to keep quiet the enfant terrible of logic that plays havoc with the other faculties.