Quotes About Stillness

Beneath the one who is busy is one who is not busy.

The horse at the bottom of the river, shrouded by the sunken night sky, closed its heavy eyes. The prehistoric ant in Yankel's ring, which had lain motionless in the honey-colored amber since long before Noah hammered the first plank, hid its head between its many legs, in shame.

Being with him made my brain quiet.

I will walk without noise and I will open the door in darkness and I will

My father's face, when he said that, dissolved into a stillness, a sad expression, sadder than human feeling.

Ta?no u tom trenutku ?ovek pomisli: Šta ne bih dao za sre?u da budem pored tebe na Islandu u velikom nepomi?nom danu i da delim sadašnjost kao što se deli muzika ili ukus ploda. Ta?no u tom trenutku ?ovek je bio sa njom na Islandu.

The central point of the world is the point where stillness and movement are together. Movement is time, but stillness is eternity. Realizing how this moment of your life is actually a moment of eternity, and experiencing the eternal aspect of what you're doing in the temporal experience—this is the mythological experience. So is the central mountain of the world Jerusalem? Rome? Benares? Lhasa? Mexico City?

Moyers: {TS] Eliot speaks about the still point of the turning world, where motion and stasis are together, the hub where the movement of time and the stillness of eternity are together.

Abbie felt her eyelids drifting shut, and let peace wash over her.

Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.

Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits...

what I like doing best is Nothing." "How do you do Nothing?" asked Pooh, after he had wondered for a long time. "Well, it's when people call out at you just as you're going off to do it, What are you going to do, Christopher Robin, and you say, Oh, nothing, and then you go and do it.

To stand up straight and tread the turning mill, To lie flat and know nothing and be still, Are the two trades of man; and which is worse I know not, but I know that both are ill.

Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle

Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; Breath's a ware that will not keep Up, lad: when the journey's over There'll be time enough to sleep. V

Contemplation is not compatible with the complications and burdens of an excessively comfortable life.

He waited, the trail of his words slowly fading away into the rocks and grass and dirt and trees all around them. Nothing

The uneventful day was a precious gift.

Now I understood what that meant: the uneventful day was a precious gift.

She will pray, too, but mostly she'll try to hold on to this feeling of stillness. Whether God has spoken or has yet to speak, she's at peace.

I imagine what it must be like to stay hidden, disappear in the dusky nothing and stay still in the night. It's not sadness, though it may sound like it. I'm thinking about people and trees and how I wish I could be silent more, be more tree than anything else, less clumsy and loud, less crow, more cool white pine, and how it's hard not to always want something else, not just to let the savage grass grow.

I am not obsessing. I am just sitting here perforating this post-it with a push-pin.

Bellow "Tell the range and all that's howling, the flickers of life beyond the weeds, the vulture's furrowed brow of flight, the blasted sticky Canadian lawn thistle; tell the clowned-out clouds and the rain, and all that makes you go quiet again, tell them that you didn't come here to make a fuss, or break, or growl, or scream; tell them-crazy sky and stars between-tell them you didn't come to disturb the night air and throw a fit, then get down in the dark and do it.

The dog does this beautiful thing, it waits. It stills itself and determines that the waiting is essential.