Quotes About Stillness

Inasmuch a real mover does not move, and a non-mover does not move, apart from a mover and a non-mover, what third thing could move?

Motion does not begin in what has moved, nor does it begin in what has not moved, nor does it begin in what is moving. In what, then, does motion begin?

I feel, right now, that if time stopped at this moment, it would be just fine by me.

If you never sit still, it does not even hint to that deeper self in you that you are interested. By practice, by showing up, we are signaling that deep motor, that hum of life, that we are ready: Help us. Pay attention and lead us out of our confusion.

I don't even want you to nod, that's how much you annoy me. Just freeze and shut up.

Enlightenment is understanding that there is nowhere to go, nothing to do, and nobody you have to be except exactly who you're being right now.

Prison is a still point in a turning world, and it is very easy to remain in the same place in jail while the world moves on.

assumia, em casa, no ônibus, no escritório, um ar de estátua no próprio monumento.

The present moment is all-important, for it is only in the present moment that our assumptions can be controlled. The future must become the present in your mind if you would wisely operate the law of assumption. The future becomes the present when you imagine that you already are what you will be when your assumption is fulfilled. Be still (least action) and know that you are that which you desire to be.

Close your eyes and feel yourself to be faceless, formless and without figure. Approach this stillness as though it were the easiest thing in the world to accomplish. This attitude will assure your success.

Be still and know that you are that which you desire to be, and you will never have to search for it.

The future becomes the present when you imagine that you already are what you will be when your assumption is fulfilled. Be still (least action) and know that you are that which you desire to be. The end of longing should be Being. Translate your dream into Being. Perpetual

The seventh blast symbolises the seventh day, a time of stillness or rest, the interval between the subjective and objective states, a period of pregnancy or joyful expectancy. This stillness is not the stillness of the body but rather the stillness of the mind—a perfect passivity which is not indolence but a living stillness born of trust in this immutable law of consciousness.

Quédate quieto y sabrás que Yo Soy Dios".  Cree, siente que Yo Soy; sabiendo que este conocedor dentro de ti, tu conciencia de ser, es Dios. Cierra tus ojos y siéntete sin rostro, sin forma y sin figura. Acércate a esta quietud como si fuera lo más fácil del mundo. Esta actitud asegurará tu éxito.

Ianto lying on his back in the bog. Snake-silent and lizard-still.

Doing nothing at all is often the very wisest thing ... as the world is a ball and is turning and everything is in fact in motion all the time, doing nothing is not really doing nothing, it's allowing things to mover at their own pace

He had a stillness like white linen folded inside him. But when he heard in the man's tone the desperate beseeching for life, Hadja Bannerje felt the grief rumple him like an illness of the stomach and acknowledged in himself the awfulness of reaching this place at the end of medicine. This, he thought, is beyond the last page of all the books I have studied. This is a place further than prescription.

Briefly everything was stopped, as if a hand had reached out and paused the world in its turning. She stood by the cooker now watching him, the pale blueberries of her eyes, watching him with pride, her two hands brought up to her mouth the way she always did when she had feelings two large for words.

When your spirit is uneasy, stillness can be a kind of suffering. And when you're young, the unlived life in you, all that future, urgent and unreachable, can be unbearable.

Hild stared at him, her mind smooth as wax.

She let the ebb and flow of the hall wash over her, much as she sometimes sat behind bracken at the edge of a clearing or reeds by the edge of a pool.

Something in her sudden stillness made him look down at her hand, and he nodded, and with one last look turned away with her down the path.

One had to sit still and really quiet to really see, really hear.

The first thing that caught her eye was one of J.C. Dahl's huge paintings of fjord light and water. She stood before it and her restlessness dropped away. She became as still as the deep dark of the fjord. I know if I put my hands on her shoulders, they would be soft and relaxed. This was a Julia I had not seen before: distant, analytical, expert.