Quotes About Stillness

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN NOTHING HAPPENS?

Casas entre bananeiras mulheres entre laranjeiras pomar amor cantar. Um homem vai devagar. Um cachorro vai devagar. Um burro vai devagar. Devagar... as janelas olham. Eta vida besta, meu Deus.

Dormir era precisamente abrir los ojos, desde un paisaje inmóvil.

Someone has to stand still for you to love them. My choices are always on the run.

If you walk along the main street on an August afternoon there is nothing whatsoever to do.

Most things move th' under-jaw, the crocodile not.Most things sleep lying, th' elephant leans or stands.

Dead rats don't squeak.

And all was black and still, and black and cold, and black and dead, and black.

There was an agelessness about him, a stillness; on Roose Bolton's face, rage and joy looked much the same.

Quiet as a shadow Light as a feather Quick as a snake Calm as still water Smooth as summer silk Swift as a deer Slippery as an eel Strong as a bear Fierce as a wolverine Still as stone

Nothing. My father is very good at doing nothing. He calls it thinking.

Sometimes nothing is the hardest thing to do. - Tyrrion Lannister

The very air seemed grey and green and still.

I wait with sullen resignation," said Tuf, unmoving.

The heart that is to be filled to the brim with holy joy must be held still.

Just this once, in the very heart of the busiest of cities, everyone was perfectly content not to move and hardly to breathe. And for those few minutes, while the song lasted, Times Square was still as a meadow at evening, with the sun streaming in on the people there and the wind moving among them as if they were only tall blades of grass.

Kay?ts?zl?k dili geçersiz k?l?yor,iÅŸaretleri anla??lmaz hale getiriyor.Sab?rl?s?n ama beklemiyorsun, özgürsün ama seçmiyorsun,müsaitsin ama hiçbir ÅŸey seni harekete geçirmiyor. Hiçbir ÅŸey istemiyor,hiçbir ÅŸey talep etmiyor, hiçbir ÅŸeyi dayatm?yorsun.Hiç dinlemeden duyuyor,hiç bakmadan görüyorsun.

A lamp in a windless grove Does not wink; A mind with nothing to prove Does not blink.

Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.

Night, when deep sleep falleth on men.

Not all speed is movement.

There is no need to get to a place of prayer; pray wherever you are.

You must learn to be still in the midst of activity, and to be vibrantly alive in repose.

It was enough just to sit there without words.