Quotes About Quiet

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet? We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin' you to defy it Lights flicker from the opposite loft In this room the heat pipes just cough The country music station plays soft But there's nothing, really nothing to turn off Just Louise and her lover so entwined And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind

AÈ™ vrea s? m? retrag într-o gutuie. Ar mirosi frumos acolo. ?i, pe urm?, acolo aÈ™ fi liniÈ™tit.

And then there was silence, deep, awful silence, which chilled me.

the silence of half a hundred cats is a peculiar thing, like fifty individual silences all piled one on top of another.

Nothing, I said. It's quiet. It's like? I don't know. It's like falling off a cliff. I laughed. I guess my life will just stop when I get married. It didn't. It wasn't quiet either. And in the end, I lost him. I did it on purpose, the way Garance lost Baptiste in the crowd. I needed to be alone, I felt. I wanted to be going on alone to my future.

Such silence has an actual sound, the sound of disappearance.

I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly, as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here. --from The Moon and the Yew Tree, written 22 October 1961

The tulips are too excitable; it is winter here Look at how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed in I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands I am nobody, I have nothing to do with explosions I have given my name and my dayclothes to the nurses, and my history to the anesthetist, and my body to the surgeons

No, I won't try to escape myself by losing myself in artificial chatter.

felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

A summer calm laid its soothing hand over everything, like death.

And damn it to hell, if I don't be quiet I'll never get that Botany done! –

The Stones This is the city where men are mended. I lie on a great anvil. The flat blue sky-circle Flew off like the hat of a doll When I fell out of the light. I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard. The mother of pestles diminished me. I became a still pebble. The stones of the belly were peaceable, The head-stone quiet, jostled by nothing.

I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.)

Me sentía muy quieta y muy vacía, como el ojo de un huracán, avanzando a duras penas en medio de la vorágine.

a quiet large house with no interruptions, phone, or visitors;

They have too many colors, too much life. They are not quiet, quiet, like the little emptinesses I carry.

175 The Courage of Shutting-Up The courage of the shut mouth, in spite of artillery! The line pink and quiet, a worm, basking. There are black disks behind it, the disks of outrage, And the outrage of a sky, the lined brain of it. The disks revolve, they ask to be heard — Loaded, as they are, with accounts of bastardies.

This is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.

I wished I could leave me alone too.

Dear Heaven," said Mercurio, leaning out, "a lunatic is in the garden." "A lunatic is also in the house," Romulan called back at the same quiet carrying pitch. "Shall we compare delusions?