Lord Byron Quotes

In our absence, the violet early evening light pours in the bay window, filling the still room like water poured into a glass. The glass is delicate. The thin, tight surface of the liquid light trembles. But it does not break. Time does not pass. Not yet.

I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water.

So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.

Silence is best.

I love silence.

I just want to live in peace and quiet.

I like silence.

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

I like peace and solitude and silence.

Nothing in all creation is so like God as stillness.

Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest.

Truth hath a quiet breast.

Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.

There are times when we stop, we sit still. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.

Then everything was still. Absolutely still.

Seek out a tree and let it teach you stillness.

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")

The grey nurse resumed her knitting as Peter Walsh, on the hot seat beside her, began snoring. In her grey dress, moving her hands indefatigably yet quietly, she seemed like the champion of the rights of sleepers, like one of those spectral presences which rise in twilight in woods made of sky and branches. The solitary traveler, haunter of lanes, disturber of ferns, and devastator of hemlock plants, looking up, suddenly sees the giant figure at the end of the ride.

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Of course, you can’t force your mind to be silent. That would be like trying to smooth ripples in water with a flatiron. Water becomes clear and calm only when left alone.

Gentle day's flower - The hummingbird competes With the stillness of the air.

No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.

The master action, to move forward is a form of inaction; being still and quiet.

Take time to be quiet.