John Dryden Quotes

Silence is best.

There are few places you can find silence. Air travel could be the last fortress of solitude.

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Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.

The first thing he noticed was how quiet it was. This was nothing like the kind of quiet he heard when he woke up in the middle of the night after a bad dream. When that happened, there were always strange, unidentifiable sounds seeping into his room from the tiny gaps where the windowpanes weren't sealed together correctly. At those moments he could always tell there was life outside, even if all that life was fast asleep. It was a silence that wasn't silence at all.

I wanted to be calm, like a mound with all its cities destroyed, and tranquil, like a full cemetery.

I came to love silence, because it's so rare, and it's now my favorite aural condition.

Quiet is better than loud.

Only silence perfects silence.

I like silence.

At home, I love reaching out into that absolute silence, when you can hear the owl or the wind.

One of the greatest sounds of them all - and to me it is a sound - is utter, complete silence.

I am a glutton for tranquility.

Then everything was still. Absolutely still.

All the rest is silence On the other side of the wall, And the silence ripeness, And the ripeness all.

Quiet is here and all in me. ("Dress of White Silk")

Still photographs often differ from life more by their silence than by the immobility of their subjects. Landscape pictures tend to converge with life, however, on summer nights, when the sounds outside, after we call in children and close garage doors, are small - the whir of moths, the snap of a stick.

After a run of several night events, you begin to appreciate the solitude and the quiet backstage.

The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose.

A period of silence on your part would be welcome.

Silence is like nightfall. Objects are lost in it insensibly.

Silence 'tis awe decrees.

you're rowing by wordlight

How silent are the winds!

Silence, nothing is better.