Quotes About Quiet

Reason cannot account for those moments in life that "bewilder the intellect yet utterly quiet the heart," as G.K. Chesterton observed.

I think having my life be as private and quiet as possible is a way in which then I can go and play characters.

I often think my life would be a lot easier if I were a mute.

If you listen quietly enough life will whisper its secrets to you

I'm kind of shy and quiet. But I'm only shy in my personal life. If I'm working, somehow I'm not and it goes away.

There are times when life's just real quiet and simple. I sometimes get tired of people saying, "Well, what are you really like?"

I don't have any social life or anything.

Along the cool sequestered vale of life, They kept the noiseless tenour of their way.

We live a life that is often spent in crowds - parties, festivals and first nights - so it's nice to avoid them.

It won't make for a quiet life but it will make for an interesting paper vastly more significant because it is doing something only a daily paper can do.

Build pockets of stillness into your life.

I like a calm life where nobody bothers me.

Shut out from the world with its blare and glare, life in an institution moves softly. The ears become attuned to gentle notes and a subdued tone.

And sometimes such great quiet joy came to me that I would turn out my lights and cry, and a strange desire to die would come to me.

Nella chiara mattina domenicale camminavo lungo Olive Street. La città sembrava deserta, la strada era tranquilla. Mi fermai ad ascoltare. Sentivo qualcosa. Era il suono della felicità. Era il mio cuore che batteva dolcemente, ritmicamente. Un orologio, ecco cosa era, un piccolo congegno della felicità.

lay quietly. "Were you planning on leaving us?" he added mildly.

feeling for a pulse. There was none.

when I was a kid, Toronto streets were deserted and quiet on Sundays, except for the sound of church bells I stood on the sidewalk one December listening to the Christmas bells - I've never forgotten that moment...

my thoughts reach out like prayers to you - and if you are quiet, you can hear...

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a musèd rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!

Silence, always my fortress, sometimes my prison

Silence, sometimes my fortress, always my prison.

The days were quiet. They did not feel particularly quiet or happy but through them ran the sense, like an underground river, that there would come a time when these days would be looked back on as happiness, all that life could give of contentment and peace.

There's wisdom in applying duct tape to our mouths in suffering seasons. In the raw reality of pain, we do well to sit in silence. But it can also be dangerous to be quiet for too long.