Quotes About Stillness

In the morning stillness, when the world is just waking up and your conscious mind hasn't fully taken over, you may feel a connection or passageway to another world, and a feeling that something is about to happen in yours. It's like a quiet storm is coming. You can feel the distant rumble of thunder on the horizon, yet you have no idea of the deluge your life is about to experience.

But it was only while lolling around the basement or backyard that you'd settle into the anesthetizing effects of boredom, and with that monotony, your brain would kick into action, attempting to compensate. You might notice the world around you, both the minute and the grand, at its natural pace, letting go of the need to relentlessly move on to the next new thing.

It was as if California, specifically the Bay Area, had most of what Nietzsche once defined as the 'precondition' of Buddhism: a very mild climate, very gentle and liberal customs, no militarism; and that it is the higher and even learned classes in which the movement has its home. The supreme goal is cheerfulness, stillness, absence of desire, and this goal is achieved.1

Stillness is the altar of spirit.

The human brain is like a TV set. When it goes blank, it's time to turn off the sound.

It is a kind of love, is it not? How the cup holds the tea, How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare, How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes Or toes. How soles of feet know Where they're supposed to be. I've been thinking about the patience Of ordinary things, how clothes Wait respectfully in closets And soap dries quietly in the dish, And towels drink the wet From the skin of the back. And the lovely repetition of stairs. And what is more generous than a window?

Yoga is the practice of quieting the mind.

I thought it would be quieter here." [Anna] hadn't meant to say anything, but the noise startled her. "The wind in the trees," Bran said. "And there are some birds that stay year-round. Sometimes when the wind is still and the cold is upon us, the quiet is so deep you can feel it in your bones.

Sometimes when the wind is still and the cold is upon us, the quiet is so deep you can feel it in your bones.

So, get still and listen to the soul. What do you want?

But this is the slowed-down season held fast by darkness and if no one comes to keep you company then keep watch over your own solitude. In that stillness, you will learn with your whole body the significance of cold and the night, which is otherwise always eluding you. — Patricia Fargnoli, closing lines to "Winter Grace," Winter (Hobblebush Books, 2013)

There was in the meeting-house a wood quiet. It was the quiet of trees that have been brought in out of the wind, whose new-shown limbs reach out, not to the sky but to the people. This is the quiet, still, otherness of trees found by the carver, the shaper, the maker.

Soul is what turns ordinary events into experiences; what imparts to the passing moment depth, connection, and resonance … The effect is unmistakable: an experience of stillness in our heads and, in our hearts, a fullness … Soul is what is transmitted and received in the experience that we call love.

Remember, you're not doing nothing—you're taking action through nonaction.

Sundays, especially in late afternoon, if you are alone, open a breach in time.

the slow regard of silent things had wafted off the moisture in the air.

I said nothing. Like a child playing find-and-catch, it was my sincere hope that if I closed my eyes and remained perfectly still, the pain wouldn´t be able to find me.

the room grew unnaturally quiet. Kote stood with his back to the room, a stillness in his body and a terrible silence clenched between his teeth.

y cuando la campana de la torre da la hora, esta no rompe el silencio sino que lo sostiene.

IT WAS NIGHT AGAIN. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.

Amanecía. En la posada Roca de Guía reinaba el silencio, un silencio triple.

El silencio más obvio era una calma inmensa y resonante, constituido por las cosas que faltaban

the silence remained.

silence was his. This