Quotes On Quiet Person Novels & Stories

The familiar sequence — key in the lock, the slight resistance of the door, the sound of her bag hitting the floor. Then Anne herself, stepping in with the exhaustion of someone who had been holding other people together all day. She dropped onto the couch. “Tell me the evening is going to be quiet.” “I made food,” Joy said. “You’re my favourite person.” They ate on the couch. No television. Just the quiet shift into evening. Joy was quieter than usual. “How was your day?” Anne asked. “Quiet. You?” Anne exhaled. “Tiring. One of my clients was having a harder day. Those ones stay with you.”

Speak only when your words are more beautiful than the silence.” –Anonymous “The more you let go, the higher you rise.” –Anonymous If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading Noor p.o.v " It's beautiful in it " I ask Humza who just responds in hmm . I turned to look only to see him busy on his phone . " Darling" I called him out sweetly " Yes " he look up while my eyes blaze fire.

"If ever you feel anxious about those people who can drag you down because of an error or two, don't waste your precious time for them instead. Insecure people don't have enough power to drag you down. Just always take note of the essence of being humble so they can't say anything to you. Being silent is more powerful than being loud." "Now you're lecturing me, Miss Desiderio?" he raised his eyebrows as he stopped himself from laughing. "You're just proving yourself to me more and more that someone like you, I shouldn't let go. But yeah, I understand your point. After all, I should always remember to clap for someone's success even if their dreams came true before mine ." "Because we have di

He let the silence stretch between them, the hush of the waves filling the spaces words couldn’t reach. Finally, she said, “I’ve spent so long fighting for my voice, my career, but now it’s like… I don’t know what to do with the quiet.” He turned his head, studying her profile. “Maybe you should listen to it.” She met his eyes, startled. “Listen to the quiet,” he repeated. “You don’t have to fill it with another movie or another scandal. If you want to rest, rest. If you want to create, create something that’s yours. Not for them.”

“You’re… quiet. Which is worse.” “Worse,” I repeated, amused and a little stung. He grimaced. “I mean–” “I know what you mean,” I said, softening. “Loud people tell you what’s wrong,” he said. “Quiet people… keep it inside. It's harder to fix what you can’t hear.” “Maybe it’s not always yours to fix,” I said. His shoulders bunched. “Maybe,” he allowed. We stood there, the morning stretching around us.

(Paul’s POV) There’s a certain kind of quiet that only exists in places made for people like us. It’s not the silence of being empty, or the stillness of not being there. It’s something more planned, made, organized, and carefully kept up. The kind of quiet where conversations happen with careful words, where everything said has meaning, and nothing is ever said without a reason. That’s what tonight feels like. The room is lit softly, with lamps casting a gentle glow that shines off smooth glass and dark wood. Everything is set up to look relaxed, but nothing here is by accident. The music in the background is quiet enough not to be noticed, but loud enough to fill the spaces between talking

He simply gave a small, shy smile and took a slight, graceful bow. ​For the first time in his life, the silence wasn't a prison he was locked inside it was a choice he was making. It was a space he owned. And as the neighborhood erupted into applause, the sound washing over him like a warm tide, Tobi realized that while he might always be "The Quiet One," his heart would always be the loudest, most vibrant thing in the room.

Then she said, "He's gone. Been gone for a while." I didn't know what to say to that, so I just let it sit. "Why are you so... quiet?" I asked. Not trying to be insensitive, just trying to understand. Quinn looked at me for a second. Long enough that I thought maybe I'd stepped over a line. Then she said, "I'm quiet because the minute you make noise in a place like this, they got you. You become a target. You make waves, you disappear." That should've been a warning. I should've understood what she was telling me right then. But I was young and dumb and thought she was just being dramatic.

Quiet is not the same as peace. Maya knows this because the base is quiet in at least twelve different unhealthy ways. There is the quiet of people pretending not to talk about her. The quiet of people very much talking about her behind water tanks, curtain walls, laundry lines, and one suspiciously philosophical stack of bean crates. And then there is the quiet Eli Carrasco carries with him. That one is different. That one does not push. Which is, frankly, rude.

More than anything, I want the presence of Matthew, right beside me. Okay Martha, don’t go on thinking about such a petty issue. A person could be silent for whatsoever reason. In fact, everyone should remain silent for a few hours in a day, except when he is sleeping. This gives us time for introspection, like it worked out for me. I am just in love with the company of my own self. Wait, what if they too are speaking to themselves? Girl, it doesn’t matter if they are speaking to themselves or not but you surely are talking too much with your own self.