Quotes About Stillness

Meditation is just gently coming back again and again to what's right here.

We can connect with that openness at any time. For instance, right now, for three seconds, just stop reading and pause. If

I have no mockings or arguments; I witness and wait.

Meditation could be said to be the Art of Simplicity: simply sitting, simply breathing and simply being.

Unless we regain the art of silence and insight, the ability for nonactivity, unless we substitute true leisure for our hectic amusements, we will destroy our culture and ourselves.

Vacant heart, and hand, and eye, Easy live and quiet die.

I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos.

We take our last look at the killing noise.

Music is the noise that surrounds the stillness of the art form.

Meditation is the delicate art of doing nothing.

To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)

A photograph is the pause button on life.

Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.

Accept the present moment without judgement.

Be still while I get up or I'll make an opening in your head for brains to leak in.

I prefer the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it's more bare, more hollow. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so—this has always been my dream—so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while the children sleep.

They were locked in mutual regard, and the moment, the way it stretched and luxuriated in itself, asked for continuation. Why move?

Don't just do something. Stand there. —Rochelle Myer

lay there, listening for the squeaks of the final

sound immediately stopped. As Lee closed the door

Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.

He suddenly felt nothing, or rather Nothing, a pre-tornadic stillness of zero sensation, as if he were the very space he occupied.

He knew what the Beats know and what the great tennis player knows, son: learn to do nothing, with your whole head and body, and everything will be done by what's around you.

This is what people call a view. And you knew that from below you wouldn't look nearly so high overhead. You see now how high overhead you are. You knew from down there no one could tell . . . There's been time this whole time. You can't kill time with your heart. Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.