Quotes About Quiet

He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.

In perfect understanding, it seemed, they looked at each other. Questions of failure, of haste, all the what if's of life, did not matter. The quiet in her was talking to the quiet in him.

Ah! I had been screaming. I realized it. Lots of mortals around me, high up in the night, were telling me to be quiet.

All I want here is a certain space, a certain peace. Or not to be here at all.

As for Mael, I couldn't help but note his quiet fury, and it struck me that he had for so long been the author of his own unhappiness, but now something was truly happening which might be a legitmate cause for his pain.

Once again, he smiled at me so knowingly, with such a quiet air of triumph.

The silence of the golden room answered. It was as cold as the shrine in the mountains. I

thrown at you in every drugstore, the public has no accurate memory of anything; every social problem is observed in relation to 'norms' which in fact never existed, people fancy themselves 'deprived' of luxuries and peace and quiet which in fact were never common to any people anywhere at all.

Be old enough and patient enough for kinds of love, seasons of it, be quiet in your soul so that when happiness comes again, if it ever does, you will know.

fancy themselves 'deprived' of luxuries and peace and quiet which in fact were never common to any people anywhere at all.

I wanted him for my companion, mirror of my emotions, witness of my aesthetic progress, yes, all those things. I wanted him to be the quiet and gentle Louis that I knew. And if he did not choose to go one with us, if he did in fact take his own life by walking into the sunlight, then it would be all the harder for me to continue, even with my fear.

An empty house has its own special silence. It is like a great held breath.

Everyone ugly was in bed by now.

It was entirely silent and I tried to breathe its peace.

It was so quiet, a reservation kind of quiet, where you can hear somebody drinking whiskey on the rocks three miles away.

One morning she sewed while her son and husband watched television. It was so quiet that when her son released a tremendous fart, a mouse, startled from his hiding place beneath my aunt's sewing chair, ran straight up her pant leg.

Silence was his short bow and quiver of arrows.

still waters run deep. ~Tabitha

Hush, self, let me think.

Here. (Zarek) What is it? (Astrid) Arsenic and vomit. (Zarek) Really? And yet you managed to hack that up so quietly. Who knew? Thanks. I've never had vomit before. I'm sure it's extra special. (Astrid)

Don't move, and breathe only if you have to. (Caleb)

I don't really have a social life.

Dirk was, for one of the few times in a life of exuberantly prolific loquacity, wordless.

Is not short paine well borne, that brings long ease,And layes the soul to sleepe in quiet grave?Sleepe after toyle, port after stormie seas,Ease after warre, death after life does greatly please.