Quotes About Stillness

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is, But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards, Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

Words move, music moves Only in time; but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern, Can words or music reach The stillness...

Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still.

Because these wings are no longer wings to fly But merely vans to beat the air The air which is now thoroughly small and dry Smaller and dryer than the will Teach us to care and not to care Teach us to sit still

The still point in a turning world.

At the still point, there the dance is.

Endless invention, endless experiment, Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness; Knowledge of speech, but not of silence; Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word. Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?

I said to my soul be still, and wait without hope; for hope would be hope for the wrong thing.

I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you Which shall be the darkness of God.

i said to my soul be still and wait so the darkness shall be the light and the stillness the dancing.

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is

the evening lay out against the sky Like a patient, etherised on a table

Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think

We must be still and still moving / Into another intensity / For a further union / (...) / In my end is my beginning.

Old men ought to be explorers Here and there does not matter We must be still and still moving Into another intensity For a further union, a deeper communion Through the dark cold and the empty desolation, The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters Of the petrel and the porpoise.

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

a person who finds silence and solitude boring is a person who is himself boring, empty of anything worth consideration.

The song died in his mouth.

In the morning movement is linear, in the afternoon circular, in the evening pendular, at night it retraces, restudies, reobserves, sidling backwards, and in the grey dawn briefly at 5:03 for a second it becomes a point, motionless.

Nothing at all to change: what a thing to want in the midst of war.

My greatest discovery has been my love of boredom and to get fun out of it.

Se trasladan como una moviente constelación de una parte a otra, mientras yo quisiera verlos quietos, verlos a mis pies y quietos -un poco el sueño de todo dios, Andrée, el sueño nunca cumplido de los dioses-

nada más que dejándome ir en el dejarse ir de las cosas, corriendo inmóvil con el tiempo. Y ya no soplaba viento.

yo quisiera verlos quietos, verlos a mis pies y quietos –un poco el sueño de todo dios, Andrée, el sueño nunca cumplido de los dioses–, Carta a una señorita en París.