Woody Allen sets are very quiet. Extraordinary sense of power from a man who doesn't do anything except just stand there.
In 1840 I was called from my farm to undertake the administration of public affairs and I foresaw that I was called to a bed of thorns. I now leave that bed which has afforded me little rest, and eagerly seek repose in the quiet enjoyments of rural life.
Our desire is to grow so quiet and to work so deeply that we participate fully in the mystery in which we're embedded. When we manage to do that we feel as if we have merged with the universe; for the duration of that experience we feel immortal.
I sometimes wonder if necrophiliacs are really into dead people or if they just enjoy the quiet.
I live a generally quiet life, as it were.
Reading forces you to be quiet in a world that no longer makes place for that.
Dissent is what rescues democracy from a quiet death behind closed doors.
I needed to find out what my goals were and what my mission was. After some quiet time and just seeking the Lord, He brought some people to the table that understood where I was trying to go.
It is difficult to keep quiet if you have nothing to do
You can never get silence anywhere nowadays, have you noticed?
Quiet IS the new loud.
I was just a quiet kid, really. I wasn't the class clown at all.
If you cannot be positive, then at least be quiet.
The more perfect we are, the more gentle and quiet we become toward the defects of other people.
My dad was quiet, angry, shut down. So my thing is: I express everything that's there. I want to get it all out.
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.
When sin lets us alone we may let sin alone; but as sin is never less quiet than when it seems to be most quiet, and its waters are for the most part deep when they are still, so ought our contrivances against it to be vigorous at all times and in all conditions, even where there is least suspicion.
Sit and quiet yourself. Luxuriate in a certain memory and the details will come. Let the images flow. You'll be amazed at what will come out on paper. I'm still learning what it is about the past that I want to write. I don't worry about it. It will emerge. It will insist on being told.
You must find your own quiet center of life, and write from that to the world.
Then, are you master of us all? You didn't teach her that. Was she supposed to imbibe it from my quiet subservience?
