“...one's movement towards the divine reaches its end only when one reaches God... 'The true Sabbaths are the rest laid up for the people of God' (Heb. 4:9). God can 'bear these sabbaths' (cf. Is. 1:13) because they are true. And the one 'in which the world is crucified' (Gal. 6:14) reaches these sabbaths of rest because he has clearly turned away from worldly things and returned to his own spiritual resting place. The one who arrives there will no longer be moved from his place, for there he finds quiet and tranquility.” PeopleWorldEndsChristianSpiritualMovementDivineBearsQuietMovedOrthodoxTranquilityWorldlySabbathCfsGalsWorldly Things Author:Maximus the Confessor
“The greatest evil is not done in those sordid dens of evil that Dickens loved to paint ... but is conceived and ordered (moved, seconded, carried, and minuted) in clear, carpeted, warmed, well-lighted offices, by quiet men with white collars and cut fingernails and smooth-shaven cheeks who do not need to raise their voices.” MenNeedsWellsDoneEvilVoiceWhiteClearCuttingQuietOfficeRaisesMovedPaintCheeksSmoothCollarsDickensDensFingernailsWhite CollarQuiet Man Author:C. S. Lewis
“When I was young, I was very shy and quiet, because we moved all the time. My dad was in the Navy, so we moved every two years.” YearsTwoYoungDadQuietMovedMy DadShyTwo YearsNavy Author:Kimberly Willis Holt
“Out of the rhythm and sound of the sea that beat through the orchestra, something moved--pressing toward death with quiet insistent joy--the thread through the maze--the soul behind the toil and the crime and longing.” SoulJoySoundBehindsSeaCrimeQuietBeatsMovedLongingRhythmThreadToilOrchestraMazes Author:Jeanette Lee
“Andrew Preston and I moved to Florida, to get some air. Am I going to live there forever? No, I'm not. But I have a warehouse, all white, concrete floors, a big, big space with very high ceilings and nothing inside. And that's where I go to work, and I like that because I just like to be alone and quiet. Is it explainable as a typical fashion designer? No. But am I a typical fashion designer? I don't think so.” ThinkingForeverFashionQuietMovedDesignerConcreteFashion Designer Author:Tomas Maier
“For all these years I kept my mouth closed so selfish desires would not fall out. And because I remained quiet for so long now my daughter does not hear me... All these years I kept my true nature hidden, running along like a small shadow so nobody could catch me. And because I moved so secretly now my daughter does not see me... We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing; unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.” YearsLongDoeRunningDesireFallLostSeeingQuietMouthsDaughterShadowMovedHearingSelfishMy DaughterUnseenTrue NatureUnheardCatch MeSelfish Desire Author:Amy Tan
“Then I felt something inside me break and music began to pour out into the quiet. My fingers danced; intricate and quick they spun something gossamer and tremulous into the circle of light our fire had made. The music moved like a spiderweb stirred by a gentle breath, it changed like a leaf twisting as it falls to the ground, and it felt like three years Waterside in Tarbean, with a hollowness inside you and hands that ached from the bitter cold.” YearsMadeHandsLightFallThreeFeltBreakFireChangedColdQuietBreathsMovedFingersCirclesBitterGentleThree YearsLeafsIntricateSpunHollownessBitter Cold Author:Patrick Rothfuss
“Nearly every morning, a certain woman in our community comes running out of her house with her face white and her overcoat flapping wildly. She cries out, "Emergency, emergency," and one of us runs to her and holds her until her fears are calmed. We know she is making it up; nothing is has really happened to her. But we understand, because there is hardly one of us who has no been moved at some time to do just what she has done, and every time, it has taken all our strength, and even the strength of our friends and families, too, to keep us quiet.” KnowsDoneRunningFacesCertainHouseCommunityWhiteMorningTakenHappenedCryQuietMovedEvery MorningFamily And FriendsEmergenciesOur CommunityFlappingOvercoat Author:Lydia Davis
“Personally, I always wondered about authors and celebrities who loudly declared there was no God. It was usually when they were healthy and popular and being listened to by crowds. What happens, I wondered, in the quiet moments before death? By then, they have lost the stage, the world has moved on. If suddenly, in their last gasping moments, through fear, a vision, a late enlightenment, they change their minds about God, who would know?” IfsKnowsWorldMindMomentsHappensLastsLostVisionStageHealthyQuietLateEnlightenmentMovedCrowdsMoved OnBefore DeathQuiet Moments Author:Mitch Albom
“It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting in the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing the city. At all hours it was necessary to keep a lamp lighted, and Mrs. Miller lost track of the days: Friday was no different from Saturday and on Sunday she went to the grocery: closed, of course.” IfsDifferentEarthFallCoursesLostHoursRoomsCitiesBehindsWeekSkyStreetsWindQuietWindowMovedGlassesTrackSnowWheelsSundayPaleSaturdayCurtainsFridayLampsChillLiftingGroceriesFootsteps Book:Trilogy; an experiment in multimedia Source: Trilogy; an experiment in multimedia
“Quietly, Macey went through her options. Even though the masked men were asking for cell phones, the gunmen were making so much noise that she was sure someone had already called 911. The obvious exits were blocked, and the elevators had no doubt been disabled. The men moved with confidence and order, but they weren’t trying to be quiet. There was nothing covert at all about this operation. Unlike the boy beside her.” MenTryingOrderBoysDoubtQuietAskingMovedPhonesObviousNoiseCellsOperationsNo DoubtDisabledCell PhoneExitElevatorsBlockedCovertGunmen Author:Ally Carter