Quotes About Stillness

Silence. Give me control. Give me calm. Give me restraint. Flash.

My goldfish and me, both of us are just here swimming in one place.

Time, since that day has remained still. And I've dreamt of you and the sky, since that day...

I know already that I will return to this day whenever I want to. I can bid it alive. Preserve it. There is a still point where the present, the now, winds around itself, and nothing is tangled. The river is not where it begins or ends, but right in the middle point, anchored by what has happened and what is to arrive.

It was a silence that heard itself, awful and beautiful.

rush of the busy week is over and the void within themselves becomes manifest. Not a few

Life stand still here.

Happiness is in the quiet, ordinary things. A table, a chair, a book with a paper-knife stuck between the pages. And the petal falling from the rose, and the light flickering as we sit silent.

She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired.

But the stillness and the brightness of the day were as strange as the chaos and tumult of night, with the trees standing there, and the flowers standing there, looking before them, looking up, yet beholding nothing, eyeless, and so terrible.

Loveliness and stillness clasped hands in the bedroom, and among the shrouded jugs and sheeted chairs even the prying of the wind, and the soft nose of the clammy sea airs, rubbing, snuffling, iterating, and reiterating their questions — "Will you fade? Will you perish?" — scarcely disturbed the peace, the indifference, the air of pure integrity, as if the question they asked scarcely needed that they should answer: we remain.

Here, she felt, putting the spoon down, was the still space that lies about the heart of things, where one could move or rest...

Empty, empty, empty, silent, silent, silent. The room was a shell, singing of what was before time was; a vase stood in the heart of the house, alabaster, smooth, cold, holding the still, distilled essence of emptiness, silence.

Each of the ladies, being after the fashion of their sex, highly trained in promoting men's talk without listening to it, could think—about the education of children, about the use of fog sirens in an opera—without betraying herself. Only it struck Helen that Rachel was perhaps too still for a hostess, and that she might have done something with her hands.

Mert vannak pillanatok, amikor az ember sem gondolkozni, sem érezni nem tud. S ha nem érezünk, sem nem gondolkozunk, akkor?...t?nÅ'dött.

Mr. Carmichael, who was basking with his yellow cat's eyes ajar, so that like a cat's they seemed to reflect the branches moving or the clouds passing, but to give no inkling of any inner thoughts or emotion whatsoever, if he wanted anything.

All human beings were laid asleep—prone, horizontal, dumb.

The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.

Darkness and silence merged completely

sports; they come when the mind is as still as a glass lake.

Sea Calm How still, How strangely still The water is today. It is not good For water To be so still that way.

And the night becomes Still as a whispering heartbeat.

A foolish man is always doing,Yet much remains to be done.

Be still like a mountain and flow like a great river.