Quotes About Pause

Pain worn without pause and for so long could itself become a mask.

Forest soon replaced the exposed bedrock, slowly shifting from coniferous to deciduous, the hills giving way to flatter ground. The trees then thinned, and suddenly, beyond a line of tangled deadfall, plains stretched before them, and the rain was gone. Onrack raised a hand. 'We shall halt here.

Outside, in the street beyond the two motionless Wickan guards, Gamet paused and looked up. Ancient light, is it? If so, then the patterns I see... May have died long ago. No, that does not bear thinking about. It is one of those truths that have no value, for it offers nothing but dislocation.

When you're in a hole, stop digging.

The Minotaur comes and goes. He has for centuries. And there have been many bridges. The Minotaur pauses, as he walks, midway through the covered bridge that serves, in more ways than one, as the entrance to Old Scald Village. He rests his heavy snout against one of the wooden trusses. The Minotaur likes this portal, both ingress and egress, a breach in the terribly human construct of time.

Time stood still, ignored the event.

I shall never forget how he paused and turned, looked back over his shoulder at me. His eyes, his face were full of secrets and humor. I felt as if the arrow of the sun had pierced my heart. His beauty seemed doomed, somehow.

Life moved so quickly. You didn't realize it until you paused to reflect.

In my life, water has had the character of punctuation.

Pausing gives us the opportunity to arrive at an internal place from which we can choose wisely what needs to be done or said, and then do so gently.

...this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun.

If I'm making a movie and get hungry, I call time-out and eat some crackers.

Take a deep breath and pause for one minute without doing anything! There did you feel the magic?

We do not realize the sound the world makes -- unless, of course, it comes to a stop. Then, when it starts, it sounds like an orchestra.

War never stops; it only pauses.

He almost told her everything right then, that very moment. But you grab a moment, or you let it pass. He let it pass. "Me

The air went dead. All sounds disappeared. It was like that T. S. Eliot poem, "the still point of the turning world," as if the entire planet held its breath.

and when the tension receded there was calm, the calm that is called before the storm, but is in reality the foundation of a human life, waiting there for us between the steps of our march to our mortality, when we are compelled to pause and not act but be.

they faced it not with bravery, exactly, and not with panic either, not mostly, but instead with a resignation shot through with moments of tension, with tension ebbing and flowing, and when the tension receded there was calm, the calm that is called the calm before the storm, but is in reality the foundation of a human life, waiting there for us between the steps of our march to our mortality, when we are compelled to pause and not act but be.

and they faced it not with bravery, exactly, and not with panic either, not mostly, but instead with a resignation shot through with moments of tension, with tension ebbing and flowing, and when the tension receded there was calm, the calm that is called the calm before the storm, but is in reality the foundation of a human life, waiting there for us between the steps of our march to our mortality, when we are compelled to pause and not act but be.

the calm that is called the calm before the storm, but is in reality the foundation of a human life, waiting there for us between the steps of our march to our mortality, when we are compelled to pause and not act but be.

Poetry calls us to pause. There is so much we overlook, while the abundance around us continues to shimmer, on its own.

Silence makes idiots seem wise even for a minute.

Whenever it poured like this, Max felt as if time was pausing. It was like a cease-fire during which you could stop whatever you were doing and just stand by a window for hours, watching the performance, an endless curtain of tears falling from heaven.