Quotes About Stillness

A great sense of peace entered my body, and seemingly into every cell.

Chill? I can't chill. I find it so difficult to sit still.

Hay en el alma un deseo de no pensar. De estar quieto. Emparejado con éste, un deseo de ser estricto, sí, y riguroso. Pero el alma también es una afable hija de puta no siempre de fiar.

Such beauty that for a minute death and ambition, even love, doesn't enter into this.

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark." Uddrag fra: Raymond Carver. "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love". Apple Books.

I thought for a minute of the world outside my house, and then I didn't have any more thoughts except the thought that I had to hurry up and sleep.

Permanecí sentado, muy quieto, escuchando cómo iba aquietándose la tarde por las ventanas abiertas. Y, muy lentamente, fui aquietándome con ella.

I sat very still and listened to the evening grow quiet outside the open windows. And very slowly I grew quiet with it.

I was being cured of soldiering on endlessly: my job was now to be still, which had become almost easy at last.

Lo que me interesa señalar en el bellísimo final de «Trön...» es algo que encontraremos en muchos otros textos de Borges: la lectura como defensa. La quietud a la que alude la hipálage está en el acto de leer; todo queda en suspenso; la vida, por fin, se ha detenido.

confer stillness upon it. We do not take moonlight for granted. It is like snow, or like the dew on a July morning. It does not reveal but changes what it covers. And its low intensity—so much lower than that of daylight—makes us conscious that it is something added to the down, to give it, for only a little time, a singular and marvelous quality that we should admire while we can, for soon it will be gone again.

Watcha doin? If you're like me, you're doin nothin, but you're doin it so well that everybody thinks you're doin somethin.

Je reste des heures entières debout au même endroit, presque sans bouger (j'ai même vu le vent s'arrêter dans ma main)

We were all silent except for blink, blink, blink, blink, blink.

Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars.

He was so fascinated by the long single strand of black hair that he did not overflow his mind with fantasies about it, turning it into a hundred varieties of his imagination.    He just sat there staring at it.    Japanese hair.

Pascal said, "All of humanity's problems stem from man's inability to sit quietly in a room alone.

No matter how slow the film, Spirit always stands still long enough for the photographer It has chosen. MINOR WHITE

A mind too active is no mind at all. THEODORE ROETHKE

When the mind becomes quiet, you feel nourished. SWAMI CHIDVILASANANDA

Vanduo, kuris negali judÄ—ti, ima pelkÄ—ti.

perch on the wall

silence spread like a stain.

Perhaps the act of writing is necessary only when nothing happens.