"Stop," he ordered in a quiet voice.
He needs activity, and this quiet regular life is very bad for him.
Familiar coldness and silence washed over her before the quiet was replaced by the storm's furious bellow.
"Come closer," Jule said in a quiet voice.
It was anything but quiet as an open stairwell was next to me and I could hear shuffling, snoring, farting and grunting throughout the night.
Jenn's voice was quiet in Dusty's ear.
"It's the Black God, isn't it?" she asked in a quiet tone.
Her voice was quiet, and he couldn't help wondering if she'd Seen something important enough to tolerate a vamp in her household.
Bianca coughed to cover her laugh, and Pierre seconded the vamp with a quiet amen.
The flowers did not seem to give her pleasure, and she was very quiet while we stayed there.
With his son, however, he employed the diplomacy he reserved for important occasions and, adopting a quiet tone, discussed the whole matter.
Dusty was quiet, and Jule searched the floor for his shirt and jacket.
The eerie quiet that followed amplified the ringing of her ears.
They were quiet, watching the siblings talk.
His voice was quiet and confident, and she felt like a visitor in his throne room rather than a woman talking to a stranger chained to her basement wall.
Jule heard the quiet note of sorrow in the Guardian's voice.
It does mean quiet and happy.
"We here in Moscow are more occupied with dinner parties and scandal than with politics," said he in his quiet ironical tone.
Ferapontov's wife, who till then had not ceased wailing under the shed, became quiet and with the baby in her arms went to the gate, listening to the sounds and looking in silence at the people.
Toward morning he became quiet and she fell asleep.
He was still lying on the bed as before, but the stern expression of his quiet face made Princess Mary stop short on the threshold.
There it was cool and quiet, with a scent of autumn.
There is no longer the measured quiet sound of throbbing activity, like the sound of boiling water, but diverse discordant sounds of disorder.
She had now become quiet and, clinging with her little hands to Pierre's coat, sat on his arm gazing about her like some little wild animal.
Strange though, when I asked if gunshots were common, they answered yes, but it was a quiet weekend; none had been reported for several days.
I told her when I returned from my preparations in the cabin I'd better find my little angle quiet or she could watch her mother die before her eyes.
The Black God strode through the quiet buildings until he reached a long hallway overlooking a courtyard packed with hundreds of vamps and several bonfires.
One beautiful summer day, not long after my meeting with Dr. Holmes, Miss Sullivan and I visited Whittier in his quiet home on the Merrimac.
Her father looks in at us morning and evening as he goes to and from his office, and sees her contentedly stringing her beads or making horizontal lines on her sewing-card, and exclaims, "How quiet she is!"
She hugged and kissed me, and the quiet-looking divine who sat on the other side of her.
But early one morning the fever left me as mysteriously and unexpectedly as it had come, and I fell into a quiet sleep.
Everything is quiet in the city and there is not the slightest danger.
Kutuzov's general expression was one of concentrated quiet attention, and his face wore a strained look as if he found it difficult to master the fatigue of his old and feeble body.
Berg, the Rostovs' son-in-law, was already a colonel wearing the orders of Vladimir and Anna, and he still filled the quiet and agreeable post of assistant to the head of the staff of the assistant commander of the first division of the Second Army.
She heard the sound of quick footsteps in the quiet street.
He sought a quiet refuge, and in Joseph Alexeevich's study he really found it.
"Yes, a new happiness was revealed to me of which man cannot be deprived," he thought as he lay in the semidarkness of the quiet hut, gazing fixedly before him with feverish wide open eyes.
Now, after a month passed in quiet surroundings, she felt more and more deeply the loss of her father which was associated in her mind with the ruin of Russia.
And for the first time Sonya felt that out of her pure, quiet love for Nicholas a passionate feeling was beginning to grow up which was stronger than principle, virtue, or religion.
When they got him to the post he grew quiet, as if he suddenly understood something.
Sounds of crying and screaming came from somewhere in the distance outside, and flames were visible through the cracks of the shed, but inside it was quiet and dark.
"And have you brought little Nicholas?" he asked in the same slow, quiet manner and with an obvious effort to remember.