“Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.”

“It was the work of the quiet mountains, this torrent of purity at my feet.”

“You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.”

“sometimes, love is loud.sometimes, love is quiet. Always, love is my mom.”

“We start home, his hand on my leg again and my hand over his. We are quiet, but this time it's the dark blue kind, the midnight kind, the sink-in-until-you-lose-yourself kind. And some where in the deep blue silence, I can taste the sweetness of mint chocolate, and feel the gentle tug of fingers in my hair, and hear the quiet thud of my own heart.”

“Sometimes I dreamthat everything in the world is here, in my room, in a great closet, named and orderly,and I am here too, in front of it, hardly able to see for the flash and the brightness—and sometimes I am that madcap person clapping my hands and singing; and sometimes I am that quiet person down on my knees.”