Quotes About Stillness

David, que se disponía a correr su cortina contra el oscuro crepúsculo, se detuvo y clavó la vista en el jardín. El chico estaba de pie bajo la acacia, en la parte

where an iron bedstead was wrapped in stillness.

De la quietud nace la inspiración y del movimiento surge la creatividad.

Que hay al otro lado de la vida?¿Es solo noche silenciosa y soledad? ¿Que queda cuando no hay deseos, recuerdos ni esperanzas? ¿Que hay en la muerte? Si pudiera permanecer inmovil, sin hablar ni pensar, sin suplicar, sin llorar, recordar o esperar, si pudiera sumergirme en el silencio mas completo, tal vez entonces pudiera oirte, hija.

Así te recuerdo, en calma

You explained to me that inspiration is born of stillness, and creativity comes from movement.

O golden Silence, bid our souls be still, and on the foolish fretting of our care lay thy soft touch of healing unaware!

The dust and silence of the upper shelf.

For him who has no concentration, there is no tranquility.

The most potent and sacred command which can be laid upon any artist is the command: wait.

Serene I fold my hands and wait.

Do not disturb the sleeping dog.

It is well to lie fallow for a while.

Do nothing. Do nothing. Let it happen. Don't try.

I always try meditation. Meditation means always keeping one mind, not-moving mind.

People are running to and from class and I just want to yell, Slow down and wait for the world to catch up!

I think you can move to everything, but with some music you just want to sit still. Like Claude Debussy - I couldn't dance to that.

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.

If it is to your advantage, make a forward move; if not, stay where you are.

Outside was the calm that sat in front of a July storm, the kind of cloudy stillness that said you'd better get you and your bicycle on home before a gully washer let loose.

The interwoven branches of the firs droop from the weight, bendable but not brittle. I want to be just as still and somehow pliable and permanent in each moment of being alive, to ponder how transient and yet how pregnant each instant feels.

And yesterday, when she'd claimed a quiet place on

Be still in the presence of the Lord, and wait patiently for Him to act. Don't worry about evil people who prosper or fret about their wicked schemes.

Poetry speaks slowly. My mother told me that. We are usually too much in a hurry.