Quotes About Stillness

Cats do this thing with their faces where they're so still, but they have this almost magnetic connection to anything they're observing.

You see. . . it's really quite strenuous doing nothing all day, so once a week we take a holiday and go nowhere, which was just where we were going when you came along. Would you care to join us?

Why, did you know that there are almost as many kinds of stillness as there are sounds? But, sadly enough, no one pays any attention to them these days.

For an instant there was an ominous stillness, quieter and more silent than ever before, as if even the air was holding its breath.

The Doldrums, my young friend, are where nothing ever happens and nothing ever changes.

You see," continued another in a more conciliatory tone, "it's really quite strenuous doing nothing all day, so once a week we take a holiday and go nowhere, which was just where we were going when you came along.

So when I feel overwhelmed, I usually go to a quiet place. A bathroom stall works wonders. I close my eyes, turn inward, and breathe until I can sense the still, small space inside me that is the same as the stillness in you, and in the trees, and in all things. I breathe until I can feel this space expand and fill me. And I always end up doing the exact opposite of screaming: I smile at the wonder of it all.

With the engine stalled, we would notice the deep silence reigning in the park around us, in the summer villa before us, in the world everywhere. We would listen enchanted to the whirring of an insect beginning vernal flight before the onset of spring, and we would know what a wondrous thing it was to be alive in a park on a spring day in Istanbul.

When there is not a breath of wind, the waters sometimes shudder as if from inside and take on the finish of washed silk.

It is the ship at the wharf, not the ship at sea, that rots fastest;—the still pool, not the running brook, that stagnates.

Spread, widen, flatten, fade. Like all waves. Like all shocks. A note in the history books. A few biographies. Revisionist biographies a generation later. Encyclopedia entries. Notes at the end of translations of his books. That is the stillness into which all great lives fade.

The ship was there. It was there, and still there, unmoving, unchanged. And then it was gone.

There wasn't a trace of thrusters now.

To do nothing at all is the most difficult thing in the world, the most difficult and the most intellectual.

Who can (make) the muddy water (clear)? Let it be still, and it will gradually become clear.

The snow whispered down in the stillness and the sparks rose and dimmed and died in the eternal blackness.

It was still dark and the fire had long since died, still dark and quiet with that silence that seems to be of itself listening

I think it's just the snow. I think it makes people stop and think. Bell nodded. I hope it comes a blizzard then.

No one spoke. There was none to curse and none to pray, we just watched.

This is a dog. He is dead too. This

Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world's more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious.

Wie gross kleine Geraeusche in der Stille werden.

How loud small noises sound in a silence.

Yes I do enjoy walking at night. The world's a lot more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a great deal more mysterious