quiet movement Quotes

I go everywhere quiet - like a ninja. Always have done. Think big, move quiet.

The battle cry sort of gave you away. Try not to yell next time.

He brought his great hand to rest on an early edition of Bram Stoker's novel and smiled, but said nothing. Then he moved quietly away into another section.

Thus I set my printless feet O'er the cowslip's velvet head, That bends not as I tread.

Autumn in felted slipper shuffles on, Muted yet fiery.--Vita Sackville-West

One has to tiptoe lightly and steal up to one's quarry; you don't swish the water when you are fishing.

There is a movement happening, a quiet one. A low-profile, low-resolution revolution. Comprised of writers and dreamers, of guerrilla artists and thought-ninjas. Those with something to say. They communicate through text inscribed on true public spaces, rather than blogs and forums. Choosing fewer words, even without being bound by 140 character limits. Using ink instead of pixels. Sending messages in living, breathing space. Pens scream louder into the void. Even if permanent ink is not aptly named.

Turn on its noiseless hinges, delicate sleep!

Fosse would say that it's important to trust silence. He very much liked the use of the tacit, or silent, count, where nothing is happening. He also liked percussion. His is a world of angular movement and mystery, quiet, semi-taciturn and percussive.

But after several hours, I go anyway, walking in silent sock feet, so as not to awaken the ghosts.

I think I've always felt that I want to do a very specific type of work and I've made informed decisions. You know, hopefully be part of a quiet movement or revolution.

Yes, they are elves," Legolas said. "and they say that you breathe so loud they could shoot you in the dark." Sam hastily covered his mouth.

Sloths move at the speed of congressional debate but with greater deliberation and less noise.

The fog comes on little cat feet.

The path of things is silent. Will they suffer a speaker to go with them?

There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands. Withered leaves crackled and snapped beneath his feet, as he crept softly on towards the house. The desolation of a winter night sat brooding on the earth, and in the sky. But, the red light came cheerily towards him from the windows; figures passed and repassed there; and the hum and murmur of voices greeted his ear sweetly.

Here in Florida the seasons move in and out like nuns in soft clothing, making no rustle in their passing.

One of the rummy things about Jeeves is that, unless you watch like a hawk, you very seldom see him come into a room.