Quotes About Stillness

Not thinking about anything is Zen. Once you know this, walking, sitting, or lying down, everything you do is Zen.

Dovevate starvene seduti a casa, sul culo...

There's stuff you can learn from people who don't tell you anything. Like how not to react when there is a crisis. Like how to stay still and maybe even unearth levity from the seriousness of a situation. Edge is the silence inside every noise. He's the light inside the paint.

The maple-bordered street was as still as a country Sunday; so quiet that there seemed an echo to my footsteps. It was four o'clock in the morning; clear October moonlight misted through the thinning foliage to the shadowy sidewalk and lay like a transparent silver fog upon the house of my admiration, as I strode along, returning from my first night's work on the "Wainwright Morning Despatch.

Ein paar Sekunden lang herrschte Totenstille. Es war so leise, als würden selbst die Möbel die Luft anhalten.

The lake was hold-your-breath still, but I swore I could still hear Dad's howl of delight as he cannonballed off the dock, his knees pressed tightly against his chest, his smile just south of sane, the upcoming splash a virtual tidal wave in the eyes of his only son.

And there she was, very dim, very still, placed more or less I would say at the dead centre of the auditorium. I was off centre and have remained so.

Talking to Francis gave me the sensation of settling slowly to the bottom of the ocean.

Time moves in it special way in the middle of the night.

Deep rivers run quiet.

When there's nothing to do, you do nothing slowly and intently.

I was feeling lonely without her, but the fact that I could feel lonely at all was consolation. Loneliness wasn't such a bad feeling. It was like the stillness of the pin oak after the little birds had flown off.

You throw a stone into a deep pond. Splash. The sound is big, and it reverberates throughout the surrounding area. What comes out of the pond after that? All we can do is stare at the pond, holding our breath.

I'm me, and at the same time not me. That's what it felt like. A very still, quiet feeling.

Time passes slowly. Nobody says a word, everyone lost in quiet reading. One person sits at a desk jotting down notes, but the rest are sitting there silently, not moving, totally absorbed. Just like me.

The silence grew deeper, so deep that if you listened carefully you might very well catch the sound of the earth revolving on its axis.

The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.

It was a stillness so profound one had to adjust one's hearing to it. .... The silence seemed to be trying to tell him something about itself.

It was a narrow world, a world that was standing still. But the narrower it became, the more it betook of stillness, the more this world that enveloped me seemed to overflow with things and people that could only be called strange. They had been there all the while, it seemed, waiting in the shadows for me to stop moving. And every time the wind-up bird came to my yard to wind its spring, the world descendedmore deeply into chaos.

Is it possible to become friends with a butterfly?.. It is if you become a part of nature. You suppress your presence as a human being, stay very still, and convince yourself that you are a tree or grass or flower. It takes time, but once the butterfly lets it guard down, you can become friends quiet naturally.

Words left their mouths to hang frozen in midair.

Most people, he muses, they're trying to escape from boredom, but I'm trying to get into the thick of boredom.

He could well imagine what the moon had given her: pure solitude and tranquillity. That was the best thing the moon could give a person.

Cuando uno está rodeado de tinieblas, la única alternativa es permanecer inmóvil hasta que tus ojos se acostumbren a la oscuridad