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[...] You can hear the yawn from Rachel that fills this so quiet room. [...] You have only to close your eyes and see—as now, if all of you are quiet you can feel the cosmic breezes blow through your cheeks, and yesterday flies through your skull like clouds disappearing. [...]

[...] I waited quietly, and in a moment or two the sensation was gone. [...]

[...] Psychological time operates during sleep and quiet hours of consciousness. [...]

[...] It provides quiet and peacefulness.

[...] Jane stopped talking and we waited quietly to see what might develop. [...]

Because I am so sympathetic, I will then leave you as I found you, in peace and quiet, though indeed there are times, after the quiet of our sessions, when I would indeed speak with more spontaneity, for I have grown most fond of you both, and therefore I become more willing to display what I may call my more playful nature.

[...] She smiled and spoke quietly.)

For in the very quiet and discipline required to follow the problem, those reactions on the part of the personality will set up actions which will of themselves solve the problem; and we will find that also there will be suggestions given, and very important suggestions, whereby a systematic effort will be made on the part of the personality to enlarge the scope of his action, in spite of the ego’s anxiety to limit them, and this itself will seem to work a miracle.

[...] In silence it grows and is nurtured, but it is not of itself quiet. It is vigorous, and it is not afraid of quiet. [...]

[...] That you have only to accept it and acknowledge it, and again that the vitality of life is not quiet; it is not adult; it is not dignified; it is. [...]

[...] She resumed in the same quiet voice at 9:34.)

(Once again Jane resumed in the same quiet voice, at 10:44.)

[...] Her voice remained quiet; there were many people in the yard outside our windows but it was too warm to close ourselves in.)

[...] Jane was way-out, her delivery fast and emphatic, yet quiet.

[...] She sat quietly while I worked on this note. [...]

[...] “It makes me mad,” Jane said quietly. [...]

(The session was a quiet one and was held in our small back room. [...] Her voice was quiet to begin with, but where indicated it began to deepen. [...]

[...] Now, her voice was quiet, her eyes closed. [...]

[...] Her voice remained quiet.)

Now, all of you here now know that the dead are not necessarily quiet, and that there is no somber mood necessarily connected with those who are no longer alive, in your own terms. [...]

[...] I simply wanted you to know that the dead can be quite lively, that they are not quiet and somber and that your mother only appeared tired because she knew you expected her to. [...]

[...] You have only to be quiet and look within yourselves to discover it and you can do it making far less noise than I do. [...]

[...] Her voice was quiet and she used pauses, although her pace picked up considerably as first break approached.)

[...] Her eyes had remained closed, her voice quiet but fast. [...]

[...] They were very dark, and her voice was quiet and fast. [...]

[...] She was smoking, and her voice was quiet and fast. [...]

[...] Her voice was quiet and clear. [...]

(Jane resumed at a fair pace and in a quiet voice at 9:28.)

I told you once (to Florence)—and I tell you all—in your quiet moments to say “Who am I?” And listen—listen then. [...]

[...] I would like some of you to awaken in the middle of the night when the world is quiet, and go to the window and open it. [...]

[...] He needs to be quieted first through word and caresses. [...]

[...] Her eyes were closed much of the time, her voice slow and quiet, her manner rather tired.)

It would help you both considerably, if when you have the feeling of self-approval really, to sit quietly and try to feel your purposes. [...]

[...] He works in great bursts of activity, but instead of understanding this, and trusting the quiet periods and the creative self, he is up in arms. [...]

(The hospital was hardly a quiet place, what with fire trucks and police cars pulling up beneath our window with sirens screeching and wailing, and with people in the hall outside 330 pushing carts that rattled and sounded like a bushel of pots and pans jouncing around — all of this as Jane was ready to begin the session. I couldn’t help wondering what any patient would do who really needed a little peace and quiet.)

[...] We sat quietly. [...]

[...] Sitting quietly with my eyes closed, I obtained a sighting or vision, in color, that I will note after describing this session. [...]

[...] I had it while sitting quietly in the dark with Jane at our walnut table in the living room. [...]

(We have a lovely quiet Xmas—Gallaghers here Xmas Eve—four inches or so of snow, Joe and Margaret here last PM—pleasant—I give Rob his planter thing; we get the bed. [...]

[...] In your quiet moments you will recognize them. [...]

[...] Jane sat quiet briefly, still in trance, then resumed dictation on Seth’s book.

[...] I asked Jane if anything had bothered her, since the house wasn’t exactly quiet tonight. [...]