万籁俱寂英语怎么说
The blackness of darkness reigned, the perfect stillness was interrupted only by occasional mutterings of distant thunder.
Her idea of love was more that of placid affection, serving the loved one softly in an atmosphere, flower-scented and dim-lighted, of ethereal calm.
Sometimes in the far look at a light, soft, warm, you'll think, lamp beside whether we have the same person who lost his dream?
Alatook steps out of the house. Stars still fill the sky. There is no sound. There is nothing buy sky and ice and snow.
At night I stare at the dark trees silhouetted against the quiet stars. I am entranced into a complete peacafulness and my last thought are of you .
There is no sound save the faint, mournful creaking of the gangway against the boat, as she imperceptibly swings to and fro in the current.
Only me and the sky, and an old whippoorwill, singing songs in the twilight on Mockingbird Hill.
When every other voice is hushed, and in quietness we wait before Him, the silence of the soul makes more distinct the voice of God.
I love curling up with a good book and a cup of coffee when all is quiet, and losing myself inside the magical world of fiction.
I love to devote myself to art, and what is even better than that, is to express my thoughts without words, and moreover, the silent and starry night sky.
And thus, if it pleases me, I may sit all day long, and into the profounder quiet of the night.
At night, I stare at the dark trees silhouetted against the quiet stars, I am entranced into a compete peacefulness and my last thoughts are of you.
The soundlessness impressed her as a positive entity rather than as the mere negation of noise.
The world was green and silent.
In the quiet grove I often go to listen when all is silent.
Silence reigns supreme. The flowers of the field sway gently in the moonlight.
They ransacked the old lady's house in the dead of night.
Nothing to be heard but the soft flap of a silk banner.
Is it really that stillness?
When I was a child, I always said it is a great depth of stillness.
And thus, if its pleases me, I may sit all day long, and into the profounder quiet of the night.
There was no sound--the stillness was perfect.
The blackness of darkness reigned, the perfect stillness was interrupted only by occasional mutterings of distant thunder.