Mark Twain Quotes

But, the best times I have found, in my life, are late at night or early in the morning and I think it's because you're outside the social realm.

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

Silence is best.

I want to live quietly.

I believe silence is the greatest sound of all.

When the moon shines very brilliantly, a solitude and stillness seem to proceed from her that influence even crowded places full of life.

At last, in the dead of the night, when the street was very still indeed, Little Dorrit laid the heavy head upon her bosom, and soothed her to sleep. And thus she sat at the gate, as it were alone; looking up at the stars, and seeing the clouds pass over them in their wild flight-which was the dance at Little Dorrit's party.

Take time to be quiet.

Quietude, which some men cannot abide because it reveals their inward poverty, is as a palace of cedar to the wise, for along its hallowed courts the King in his beauty deigns to walk.

Nature is the clearest source of solitude. The greatness of nature can overwhelm the insignificant chatter by which we measure most of our days. If you have the wisdom and the courage to go to nature alone, the larger rhythms, the eternal hum, will make itself known all the sooner. When you have found it, it will always be there for you. The peace without will become the peace within, and you will be able to return to it in your heart wherever you find yourself.

I wait. Now the night flows back, the mighty stillness embraces and includes me; I can see the stars again and the world of starlight. I am twenty miles or more from the nearest fellow human, but instead of loneliness I feel loveliness. Loveliness and a quiet exultation.

The lamps are burning and the starry sky is over it all.

Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life.

ELECTED Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

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

Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

The great silent man! Looking round on the noisy inanity of the world,--words with little meaning, actions with little worth,--one loves to reflect on the great Empire of Silence.

There is a peacefulness, an air of reflection, about a rocking-chair that attaches to no other moving object.

The silence was always the greates temptation.

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.

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