#quiet

I seldom play in a trio, but acoustic music is likely to be lighter, quicker, and quieter. ↗

— Bill Bruford

#i #lighter #likely #music #play

Great events make me quiet and calm; it is only trifles that irritate my nerves. ↗

— Queen Victoria

#events #great #irritate #make #me

Outside, there was that predawn kind of clarity, where the momentum of living has not quite captured the day. The air was not filled with conversation or thought bubbles or laughter or sidelong glances. Everyone was sleeping, all of their ideas and hopes and hidden agendas entangled in the dream world, leaving this world clear and crisp and cold as a bottle of milk in the fridge. ↗

— Reif Larsen

#quiet #dreams

Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak. ↗

— Ma Jaya Sati Bhagavati

#personal-transformation #quiet-mind #self-help #soul #spiritual-life

A line, a short line, stumbles off into the morning. Thirty two men. ↗

— Erich Maria Remarque

#men

The unusual thing about quiet is that when you seek it, it is almost impossible to achieve. When you strive for quiet, you become impatient, and impatience is itself a noiseless noise. You can block every superficial sound, but, with each new layer extinguished, a next rises up, finer and more entrapping, until you arrive at last in the infinite attitude of your own riotous mind. Inside is where all the memories last like wells, and the unspoken wishes like golden buds, and the pain that you keep, lingering and implicit, staying inside, nesting inside, articulating, articulating, through to the day you die. (p. 240) ↗

— Hilary Thayer Hamann

#quiet #attitude

The loudest elderly women always had the quietest elderly husbands. ↗

— Scott Douglas

#library #quiet-please #librarians

I've always had an eye for nature, but it's the sort of thing to keep quiet about, because I don't want to come across as a mad hippy. But it makes sense to appreciate those things. ↗

— Jarvis Cocker

#across #always #appreciate #because #come

The evening light was like honey in the trees When you left me and walked to the end of the street Where the sunset abruptly ended. The wedding-cake drawbridge lowered itself To the fragile forget-me-not flower. You climbed aboard. Burnt horizons suddenly paved with golden stones, Dreams I had, including suicide, Puff out the hot-air balloon now. It is bursting, it is about to burst ↗

— John Ashbery

#beauty

From quiet homes and first beginning, out to the undiscovered ends, there's nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends. ↗

— Hilaire Belloc

#ends #first #friends #homes #laughter