The quieter you become, the more you can hear (Baba Ram Dass)
Quietness with thoughtful reflection and relaxation can be empowering (Cynthia Wright)
Do not assume that he who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. His life may also have much sadness and difficulty that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, he would never have been able to find these words (Rainer Maria Rilke)
Sometimes I am very sensitive to noise.
Today has been very noisy. We took the train to Brighton on a fast train. We hadn’t done our homework, so didn’t realise that there was a festival of sorts on the go today in Brighton. There were crowds of noisy people. Whistles being blown by children on the sidewalk next to us was particularly jarring. There were loud noisy girls with piercing laughter walking by. There was music; a rather inebriated street-person was crooning rather cacophonously into a microphone one the pavement. The general noise of rabble was grating to my ears. Shrieking children at play outside our window at home combined with the droning of the (usually soothing) washing machine in its spinning cycle, as well as Lily’s frantic barking, all just gather together to jangle my aural sense.
I have found quotes about being quiet and a very quiet photo of a canal in Birmingham. I need to retreat. To quietness. To think. To hear the silence within.