My voice had a long, nonstop career. It deserves to be put to bed with quiet and dignity, not yanked out every once in a while to see if it can still do what it used to do. It can't.
Being seventy has its advantages. I was outspoken before, but now what have I got to keep quiet about?
The rhythm of my career has always been very static, staccato and then silent, and then a lot of work, and then none
Politics pretty quiet over the week-end. Democrats are attacking and the Republicans are defending. All the Democrats have to do is promise "what they would do if they got in. " But the Republicans have to promise "what they would do" and then explain why they haven't already "done it".
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones who win in the lifelong race.
In order to understand God, you have to learn to listen. You're thoughts talk very loudly all the time. But God is very, very, very quiet. God doesn't speak through words or thoughts. God doesn't speak. God is silent.
At times on quiet waters one does not speak aloud but only in whispers, for then all noise is sacrilege.
History is the transformation of tumultuous conquerors into silent footnotes.
But I do like to have peace and quiet for a good hour.
In the center of a hurricane there is absolute peace and quiet. There is no safer place than in the center of the will of God
To some of us the thought of God is like a sort of quiet music playing in the background of the mind.
Thou hast created us for Thyself, and our heart is not quiet until it rests in Thee.
Raw pain alarms. us. It reminds us that life isn't as orderly as we'd hoped. We demand that pain settle down before we shuffle it off to the quiet table. We want pain to stay in its own little section, want to keep it from spilling over into the other parts of life. Just like. lunch trays. Keep pain in its own little compartment.
Does one require proof of one's own being? Only remain aware of yourself and all else will be known.
I enjoy working in a quiet and subversive way.
Live so as to have a quiet conscience.
When you can write music that endures, bravo. Until then, keep quiet and study the work of those who can.
For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, “Run run run run run,” and took off, pulling me behind her.
What is called zazen is sitting on a zafu [pillow] in a quiet room, absolutely still, in the exact and proper position and without uttering a word, the mind empty of any thought, good or wicked. It is continuing to sit peacefully, facing a wall, and nothing more. Every day.
It's quiet. No cars. No birds. Nothing. ' 'No radio waves,' said the Doctor. 'Not even Radio Four. ' 'You can hear radio waves?' 'Of course not. Nobody can hear radio waves,' he said unconvincingly.
