William Allingham Quotes

Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me

How silent are the winds!

The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.

Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waves, in silence sleep!

I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water.

No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.

No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower. So the nightbirds will start singing.

There is something about silence and being in the middle of nowhere that is really very attractive.

The winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kisst.

I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.

I know that when the world surrenders, pallid, to repose, the murmur of a tranquil stream through the deep silence flows.

The thing that I love, especially after sound check, is when I'm in that stadium alone. It's complete silence. I love that.

For whom all winds are quiet as the sun,/ All waters as the shore.

I wanted to be calm, like a mound with all its cities destroyed, and tranquil, like a full cemetery.

Variación / Variations El remanso de aire bajo la rama del eco. El remanso del agua bajo fronda de luceros. El remanso de tu boca bajo espesura de besos. * The still waters of the air under the bough of the echo. The still waters of the water under a frond of stars. The still waters of your mouth under a thicket of kisses. Translated from the Spanish by Lysander Kemp

Silence is exhilarating at first - as noise is - but there is a sweetness to silence outlasting exhilaration, akin to the sweetness of listening and the velvet of sleep.

Silence is best.

With Jackson there was quiet solitude. Just to sit and look at the landscape. An inner quietness. After dinner, to sit on the back porch and look at the light. No need for talking. For any kind of communication.

Quiet is better than loud.

In fact at home I sometimes like to be quiet and hear the sounds of the world outside.

Only silence perfects silence.

At home, I love reaching out into that absolute silence, when you can hear the owl or the wind.

That man's silence is wonderful to listen to.

Quietness is the beginning of virtue. To be silent is to be beautiful. Stars do not make a noise.