The phrase "quiet surface" is correct and usable in written English.
It can be used to describe a calm or undisturbed exterior, often in contexts related to nature, art, or emotions.
Example: "The lake had a quiet surface, reflecting the trees and sky like a perfect mirror."
Alternatives: "calm surface" or "tranquil surface."
Claude Lorrain was his hero, but Wilson's quiet surface energy and unfussy forms were his own.
Each dance built steadily toward a quiet or emphatic climax, with eddying undercurrents of movement stirring a quiet surface.
For most of its length, in fact, the film seems to boil beneath its quiet surface like a Munro tale, and indeed like Joanna herself.
A small, affluent, densely populated northern European country, economically timid, with the potential for ethnic strife simmering just under its quiet surface.
Underneath its deceptively quiet surface is a raw, angry, earnest attempt to grasp the moral consequences of the war in Iraq, and to stare without blinking into the chasm that divides those who are fighting it from their families, their fellow citizens and one another.
Naruse once remarked about his female characters: "If they try to move forward even a little, they quickly hit a wall". The director Akira Kurosawa's description of Naruse's films as "looking calm and ordinary at first glance but which reveal themselves to be like deep rivers with a quiet surface disguising a fast-raging current" could equally apply to Takamine's luminous performances.
A fan-less design makes this the quietest Surface yet, and Microsoft has managed to improve battery performance by 50 percent resulting in 13.5 hour battery life.
Their subtle distortions and quieter surfaces may indicate attention to Matisse's bronzes from two decades earlier, but their everyday poses seem more typical of Degas.
Though Molly Malone is sung with quiet dignity, O'Connor's trademark ferocity bubbles under the placid surface.
In the opening moments, for example, Jan Maxwell, something of an expert in conveying quiet despair beneath the placid surfaces of her characters, keeps lapsing into silences that too plainly bespeak Mrs. Smith's anguish.
Krusoe's skill both in evoking Bob's claustrophobic loneliness (he will address any being, animate or not, as though it were capable of conversation) and in endowing him with a rich but never writerly language (he recalls Yvonne preparing to eat a bowl of pea soup "as a few croutons floated on its quiet, green surface") ensure that he has our attention.
