Quotes About Stillness

I'm silent. Silently, I'm ready To be transformed, earth, into you.

Magdalene wept in a furious daze, The dear disciple stood still, like a stone.

Il ne lui répondit qu'une seule fois: 01:16 silence Voulait-il dire: fin du service, paix, calme, ou voulait-il dire: boucle-la?

Clic Clac. Plus personne ne bouge. Moment suspendu. Bonheur.

I received the grace of shadows. The grace of remaining in the dark. - From A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook

Everything was so quiet, as if the silence was listening.

Instead of my world, there would soon be only ice, snow, stillness, death; no more violence, no war, no victims; nothing but frozen silence, absence of life. The ultimate achievement of mankind would be, not just self-destruction, but the destruction of all life; the transformation of the living world into a dead planet.

The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.

at the bottom of the ocean is a layer of water that has never moved…

no interaction with another person ever brought her a bolt of pure aliveness like entering the water on a still morning with the world empty in every direction to the sky.

A stranger is someone who sits very still at the kitchen table, looks down at his knuckles, thinks some day we will laugh about this, doesn't believe it.

Every soul innately yearns for stillness, for a space, a garden where we can till, sow, reap, and rest, and by doing so come to a deeper sense of self and our place in the universe. Silence is not an absence but a presence.

Silence, along with the attention it fosters, is our anchor to the present, to the here and now.

Silence is not an absence but a presence. Not an emptiness but repletion. A filling up.

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Every soul innately yearns for stillness, for a space, a garden where we can till, sow, reap, and rest, and by doing so come to a deeper sense of self and our place in the universe. Silence is not an absence but a presence. Not an emptiness but repletion A filling up.

The room was bright and white and still and silent, but soundless sound roared and howled in it.

Though they washed her with wineand rubbed her with butterit was to no avail.She lay as still as a gold piece.

This November there seems to be nothing to say.

The snow has quietness in it; no songs, no smells, no shouts or traffic. When I speak my own voice shocks me.

L'interminable lenteur d'un temps qui s'épaississait sans avancer, comme celui des rêves.

I just think of people, she continued, whether they seem right where they are and fit into a picture. I don't mind if they don't do anything. I don't see why they should; in fact it always astonishes me when people do anything.

A big man has no time really to do anything but just sit and be big.

Her face, the face of a saint, a viking Madonna, shone through the faint motes that snowed across the candlelight, drew down its flush from the wine-colored lanterns in the pine. She was still as still.