Sophie Swetchine Quotes

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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.

Silence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one.

There's a non-existent peace in the uncertain quietness

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.

Silence is like a flame, you see?

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.

In the stillness, a fly would not have dared clear it's throat.

No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower. So the nightbirds will start singing.

All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain.

Three quiet days. This hell fiend is like a cat with a mouse. She lets me loose only to pounce upon me again. I am never so frightened as when every thing is still.

The world is quiet here.

All silence is. All emptiness. And now: The dawn.

Sunset on the water ought to be a quiet and easy time, but I guess some people can't stand a little silence.

All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence.

And then, at night, the lit lamp and the drawn curtain, with the flutter of the turned page and soft scrape of pen on paper the only sounds to break the silence between quarter- and quarter-chime.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

Silence 'tis awe decrees.

Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

Over all the mountain tops is peace. In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath. The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; soon, you too, will have peace.

Silence is a still noise.

And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears.

It was entirely silent and I tried to breathe its peace.

Silence! I am learning to know the silence of a Tahitian night.