Quotes About Stillness

Then it sits with you, the Pain puts its arm over your shoulders. It is your closest friend. Steadfast. And at night you can't bear to hear your own breath unaccompanied by another and underneath the big stillness like a score is the roaring of the cataract of everything being and being torn away. Then. The Pain is lying beside your side, close. Does not bother you with the sound even of breathing.

What wind there was died to a breath they could barely feel.

I would be moving in the cold of the settling evening, the few stars in the chasm overhead, the only way I could still myself at all: move.

They shoved off and picked up the paddles. They could see their breath. In the gray dawn the river smoked with tendrils of mist. No wind, the water glass-smooth. No sound but the current frilling the stones of the bank. No bird chatter, no crickets. The river and the burns on either side were very still, the only movement there the tatters of flame worrying the biggest fallen logs.

The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.”

After the earthquake there was a fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a still, small voice.

And the Levites calmed all the people, saying, “Be still, since today is holy. Do not grieve.”

Listen to this, O Job; stand still and consider the wonders of God.

You whose clothes get hot when the land lies hushed under the south wind,

Be angry, yet do not sin; on your bed, search your heart and be still. Selah

Be still before the LORD and wait patiently for Him; do not fret when men prosper in their ways, when they carry out wicked schemes.

I was speechless and still; I remained silent, even from speaking good, and my sorrow was stirred.

“Be still and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted over the earth.”

From heaven You pronounced judgment, and the earth feared and was still

Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul; like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.

The joyful tambourines have ceased; the noise of revelers has stopped; the joyful harp is silent.

Egyptís help is futile and empty; therefore I have called her Rahab Who Sits Still.

When the creatures moved, I heard the sound of their wings like the roar of many waters, like the voice of the Almighty, like the tumult of an army. When they stood still, they lowered their wings.

And there came a voice from above the expanse over their heads as they stood still with their wings lowered.

When the cherubim stood still, the wheels also stood still, and when they ascended, the wheels ascended with them, for the spirit of the living creatures was in the wheels.