I was brought up to question things, but I was always a really quiet and shy child.
Then once you've got that dream in mind please dream a million more and not a million quiet dreams, a million dreams that roar!
Humility is not self deprecating, rather it is the quiet internal confidence allowing you to accept things as they are, especially yourself; that epiphany opens the way to personal greatness.
I know of no teachers so powerful and persuasive as the little army of specialists. They carry no banners, they beat no drums; but where they are men learn that bustle and push are not the equals of quiet genius and serene mastery.
It's funny how bed and pillows and covers can change a conversation. Words turn quiet and you mean more and say less. It's like you can build your own little world, Population: 2.
I've got to start listening to those quiet, nagging doubts.
I shall soon be laid in the quiet grave - thank God for the quiet grave
Quiet is the element of discerning what is essential.
But I'll tell you what hermits realize. If you go off into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you'll come to understand that you're connected with everything.
I'd rather just stay quiet and play the game. Winning is hard enough as it is.
If you sit quiet long enough, you find out what people really think.
. . . even the donkeys were quiet.
I am surprised by the word psychedelic. João Gilberto Noll does not accept realism in a straightforward way, but I am more inclined to call Quiet Creature a realist text than I am to call it a psychedelic one. The transcendent aspect of the psychedelic experience is totally absent.
It felt very good to have him walking beside her. Good like rest and quiet, like something you could live without but you needed anyway. That you had to learn how to miss, and then you'd never stop missing it.
The holy time is quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration.
Few things are hidden from a quiet child with good eyesight.
Money. . . buys privacy, silence. The less money you have, the noisier it is; the thinner your walls, the closer your neighbors. . . . The first thing you notice when you step into the house or apartment of a rich person is how quiet it is.
Books are slow, books are quiet. The Internet is fast and loud.
I'd been busy, busy, so busy, preparing for life, while life floated by me, quiet and swift as a regatta.
In truth I suspect that merely slowing down is not a very satisfying answer. What I need has less to do with my pace of life than my peace of life. At any speed, I crave a deep and lasting inner peace. And if it's solace I'm after, I don't need to pace myself like a turtle, change jobs or set up house on a quiet island. It is usually frenetic living, not high energy, that robs my peace of mind.