Quiet, by its nature, slips away unnoticed. But once it's gone, we notice.
“All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit quiet in a room alone.”
“Quiet is here and all in me. ("Dress of White Silk")”
“To imbibe so much quiet is to become the music inside it.”
“The constant reprimands made me hyperconscious of my own performance, and so instead of getting rid of self, I had become embedded in the egoism I was supposed to transcend. Now I was beginning to ...”
“Silence is the mother of truth.”
“Silence is a powerful tool.”
