We are too connected. There's noise in our heads all the time.

They both went quiet, imagining a river of irises. Thatcher lay watching the sky through the leaves, white clouds skipping across small lenses of light. Here was a world, where he'd asked for nothing. He would escape with his life before the dust had settled on the collapse of his falling house.

In order to pray I have to be paying more attention to God than to what people are saying to me; to God than to my clamoring ego. Usually, for that to happen there must be a deliberate withdrawal from the noise of the day, a disciplined detachment from the insatiable self.

Is the ambient noise level of my life low enough for me to hear the whispers of the Lord?

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

Be still and allow God to be hallowed in your life. For the Tough Times

Listen to yourself and in that quietude you might hear the voice of God.

One of the greatest attacks of the enemy is to make you busy, to make you hurried, to make you noisy, to make you distracted, to fill the people of God and the Church of God with so much noise and activity that there is no room for prayer. There is no room for being alone with God. There is no room for silence. There is no room for meditation.

The deepest rivers make least din, The silent soule doth most abound in care.

It's okay to be an introvert, to seek out the quiet corners at a cocktail party, to care about quality, to have your mood be affected by your surroundings.

To the Son of God prayer was more important than the assembling of great throngs... He often withdrew into the wilderness and prayed [Luke 5:15—16].

Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.