Quotes About Stillness

There was absolute silence as though the arid stillness of planetary space were dropping slowly from the stars.

Le temps semble s'être arrêté… Tu baisses ton profil sublime, Et nous nous penchons vers l'abîme Dans un frisson d'éternité

Étale étale, la mer intérieure Puisse-t-elle demeurer étale… Un seul navire répondra à tout ...

There are moments when all anxiety and stated toil are becalmed in the infinite leisure and repose of nature.

Engaged, yet detached. Active, yet calm. Moving, yet still. This is how it is to be awake in the world.

You can find me in the frozen mood section.

All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain

All was silent as before — All silent save the dripping rain.

without noise of drums or

When in doubt, my dear fellow, do nothing.

How can it be that I've never seen that lofty sky before? Oh, how happy I am to have found it at last. Yes! It's all vanity, it's all an illusion, everything except that infinite sky. There is nothing, nothing – that's all there is. But there isn't even that. There's nothing but stillness and peace. Thank God for that!

Outside there was the same still frost, the same moonlight, only even brighter than before. The light was so bright, and there were so many stars sparkling in the snow, that the sky did not attract the eye, and the real stars were hardly noticeable. The sky was all blackness and dreariness, the earth all brightness.

There was the sound of the snapping of wood in the garden, and all was perfect stillness again. The lungs seemed breathing in, not air, but a sort of ever-youthful power and joy.

Silence And a deeper silence When the crickets Hesitate

Sit in a chair and keep still. Let the dancer's shoulders emerge from your shoulders, the dancer's chest from your chest, the dancer's loins from your loins, the dancer's hips and thighs from yours; and from your silence the throat that makes a sound, and from your bafflement a clear song to which the dancer moves...

SIT IN A CHAIR AND KEEP still. Let the dancer's shoulders emerge from your shoulders, the dancer's chest from your chest, the dancer's loins from your loins, the dancer's hips and thighs from yours; and from your silence the throat that makes a sound, and from your bafflement a clear song to which the dancer moves, and let him serve God in beauty.

Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.

He sat without moving while coffee and balloon glasses were set before them.

There's something in our makeup and in our bodies that really wants to luxuriate more in just the joy of being alive and not always consuming, creating, building. There's something inside of us that wants desperately to stop and experience and just be--not just always do.

Dew will never appear while there is either heat or wind. The temperature must fall, the wind cease, and the air come to a point of coolness and rest—absolute rest—before the invisible particles of moisture will become dew to dampen any plant or flower. And the grace of God does not come forth to bring rest and renewal to our soul until we completely reach the point of stillness before Him.

We live in an almost perfect stillness and work with incredible urgency.

Many of us have been running all our lives. Practice stopping.

My old drama coach used to say, 'Don't just do something, stand there.' Gary Cooper wasn't afraid to do nothing.

One of the greatest sounds of them all - and to me it is a sound - is utter, complete silence.