Quotes About Stillness

For the next several minutes nothing much happened, biscuit wise.

What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare?

What is this life if, so full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.

When the mind is free of any thought or judgment, it is still and acts like a mirror. Then and only then can we know things as they are.

Be you still, be you still, trembling heart; Remember the wisdom out of the old days: *Him who trembles before the flame and the flood, And the winds that blow through the starry ways, Let the starry winds and the flame and the flood Cover over and hide, for he has no part With the lonely, majestical multitude*.

I waste much time gaping and wondering. During a walk or in a book or in the middle of an embrace, suddenly I awake to a stark amazement at everything. The bare fact of existence paralyses me- holds my mind in mortmain. To be alive is so incredible that all I do is to lie still and merely breathe- like an infant on its back in a cot. It is impossible to be interested in anything in particular while overhead the sun shines or underneath my feet grows a single blade of grass.

I have come back through the years to this stone hollow encrypted in its own stillness I hear it without listening

How long ago the day is when at last I look at it with the time it has taken to be there still in it

Let all lights but yours be nothing to me. Let the memory of tongues not unnerve me so that I stumble or quake. But lead me at times beside the still waters; There when I crouch to drink let me catch a glimpse of your image Before it is obscured with my own…

Not a creature was stirring, not even an elf.

The rooms were very still while the pages were softly turned and the winter sunshine crept in to touch the bright heads and serious faces with a Christmas greeting.

0 little town of Bethlehem How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by.

Her stillness was such a contrast to all the jumbled communication inside me that I suddenly felt what a tiresome fellow I was, always filling the air with the rattle of words and anxieties.

A computer and a cat are somewhat alike - they both purr, and like to be stroked, and spend a lot of the day motionless. They also have secrets they don't necessarily share.

So long as mists envelop you, be still. Be still until the sunlight pours through and dispels the mists - as it surely will. Then act with courage.

Death is appalling to those of the most iron nerves, when it comes quietly and in the stillness and solitude of night.

He had been standing still; for an artist, one of the more painful forms of death.

Rest is for the dead.

When the camera starts to roll, there is something of death about it.

In each thing there is an insinuation of death. Stillness, silence, serenity are all apprenticeships.

Pain lays not its touch upon a corpse.

the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" Merely this and nothing more.

The quieter the mind," said Meister Eckhart, "the more powerful, the worthier, the deeper, the more telling and more perfect the prayer is.

Be still and know that I am God." I read in this familiar verse from Psalm 46 two commands of equal importance. First, I must be still, something that modern life conspires against. Ten years ago I responded to letters within a couple of weeks and kept my correspondents happy. Five years ago I faxed a response in a couple of days and they seemed content. Now they want email responses the same day and berate me for not using instant messaging or a mobile phone.