Silent people are dangerous; others are not so. [Fr., Les gens sans bruit sont dangereux; Il n'en est pas ainsi des autres.]
He was outwardly calm but inwardly bleeding to death.
I'm kind of a nervous guy. I know on television I look like I'm half asleep, but inside I'm going about 100 miles an hour.
In Arabic, 'Naseem' means a gentle breeze. But inside the guy's a monster.
People think I'm all calm, but underneath I'm not.
You're so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.
What Hells and Purgatories and Heavens I have inside of me! But who sees me do anything that disagrees with life--me, so calm and peaceful?
I have a way of dealing with situations where I come off awkward, or people think I’m purposely trying to make things uncomfortable. But normally I’m talking really slowly or there’s a lot of silence because there’s just nothing going on. I’m just totally freaking out, but from the outside perspective it looks like I’m in control.
The most phlegmatic dispositions often contain the most inflammable spirits, as fire is struck from the hardest flints.
Yes, I think I am like the sea. I appear calm on the surface, but there's a lot going on within. Many a times, I may not react to certain things, but that doesn't mean that I don't care or I don't have emotions.
Nothing can be colder than his head, when the lightnings of his imagination are playing in the sky.
Have you seen a duck gliding smoothly on water? Does it ever look like it is paddling furiously underneath the surface? I don't have to show that I am working very hard.
The constancy of the wise is only the talent of concealing the agitation of their hearts.
I look like a casual, laid-back guy, but it's like a circus in my head.
At these big set-piece events like the leaders' debates, that exterior of calm and serenity is nothing compared to what's going on inside most of the time.
I've always had a duck personality. Calm above water, feet going crazy below.
The truth is, I'm not a coper. I hate stress. I might appear calm externally but internally it's all going on.
There was a serenity about him always that had the look of innocence, when, technically, the word was no longer applicable.
Cruel, but composed and bland, Dumb, inscrutable and grand, So Tiberius might have sat, Had Tiberius been a cat.
To some people, I may seem calm. But if you could peer beneath the surface, you would see that I'm like a duck--paddling, paddling, paddling.
Some people say that in stressful situations I can seem unflappable, and I think that's partly because I'm always kind of internally flapped.
