Solitude is good in the evening. Dublin is a quiet city when you get to a certain age, when your friends settle down and have kids. Nothing much happens here.
Age puzzles me. I thought it was a quiet time. My seventies were interesting and fairly serene, but my eighties are passionate. I grow more intense as I age.
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.
The songs, if I write alone in a room, end up being a little more quiet, a little more subdued. If I play with other musicians or percussive instruments, it might end up being a little more upbeat.
'The Quiet Ones' was my first film, let alone my first horror film, and I had so much fun. I had such a laugh, every single day. I look like such a feral child in it.
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.
In Jane Austen it was the critical faculty that would not be quieted; and that faculty in her, played on men and women.
A dead dog is more quiet than a house on the steppes, a chair in a empty room.
The worst curse to befall anyone is stagnation, a banal existence, the quiet desperation that comes out of a need for conformity.
I am always quiet so that I know what to say when I must speak.
The devil has made it his business to monopolize on three elements: noise, hurry, crowds. He will not allow quietness.
My airplane is quiet, and for a moment still an alien, still a stranger to the ground, I am home.
The dusty library air is electric with secrets/ almost palpable in the thick quiet that bounces between/ Cal and those books and me
That's why writers write—to say things loudly with ink. To give feet to thoughts; to make quiet, still feelings loudly heard.
Still, Luce held firm to the belief that quiet and solitude were good for you, offering peace, or at least hope for peace.
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.
It was so quiet you could hear a fly run into a wall. Everyone was staring at me like I’d just pulled up my shirt and asked for some beads.
It’s so quiet without my wife, which is odd because all I could ever hear was the silence of her ignoring me.
Every time you enter a library you might say to yourself, "The world is quiet here," as a sort of pledge proclaiming reading to be the greater good.
Here is a girl who is pretty in a quiet way. I bet she's had a very sad life.
It's quiet for a while, and then Rowan says; "We could talk now. We're alone out here. No walls." "There are always walls." I say.
