Quotes About Stillness

When we find the entry into this large stillness, our lives are irrevocably changed because at that moment a monumental transition takes place: we find that the center of the universe shifts from our self-interests, even our spiritual self-interests, to the larger world, even to the cosmos, which we now begin to perceive as a spiritual reality.

Silence is autonomous. It is beyond us; our task is to coordinate our being with the greater Being of Silence.

Action isn't my forte. I'm an expert on contemplation and mild regret.

Six days a week we seek to dominate the world, on the seventh we seek to dominate the self ... In the tempestuous ocean of time and toil there are islands of stillness where man may enter a harbor and reclaim his dignity. The island is the seventh day, the Sabbath, a day of detachment from things, instruments and practical affairs as well as of attachment to the spirit.

The sage's ego has died, thus he does not pursue activities with the notion that he is the doer; instead, like an actor playing his part in a drama—free from [emotions such as] "love" or "hate." Then, there is no agitation of mind, sense of doership, and personality: when all that is stopped, there is quiet, stillness.

thoughts have their origin in this stillness.

A metafora az egyik módja, hogy elvesszünk a látszat világában, vagy hogy mozdulatlanul álljunk a látszat tengerében.

In the dead of night I stirred. Wakefulness flowed back into me. I was a cup full of sorrow, but that sorrow was stilled, like a pain that abates as long as one does not move.

Her stillness was such a contrast to all the jumbled communication inside me that I suddenly felt what a tiresome fellow I was, always filling the air with the rattle of words and anxieties.

There are times when not thinking requires all of one's concentration.

As well to clutch at the moon's reflection in a still midnight pond as to seek a grip on that bright mind.

Your wolf still looks out of your eyes. You think that if you stand perfectly still, no one will see you.

I just sat, feeling something inside me go very still. I hoped it was my heart.

Tears welled in my eyes. Perhaps, I thought, if I do not blink, they will not spill. Perhaps if I sat very still long enough, somehow my eyes would reabsorb the tears.

What is it that brings me here to stand like a rock in this river of sound?

When you have all the time in the world, you can spend it, not on going somewhere, but on being where you are. So I stretch out, close my eyes, and listen to the rain.

I have grown to believeA stone is a better pillow than many visions.

They sat silently for a moment.

Ellen was motionless on the sidewalk

Bothari maintained an admirable stillness, against the wall, but Miles could feel his eyes boring through his shoulder blades with his sharpest what-the-hell-are-you-doing-now look. Miles did not turn.

Existem três Silêncios: o primeiro, de palavra; O segundo, de desejo; o terceiro, de pensamento.

On a waste place strewn with bricks in the outskirts of a town twilight was falling. A star or two appeared over the smoke, and distant windows lit mysterious lights. The stillness deepened and the loneliness. Then all the outcast things that are silent by day found voices.

Non aver paura di fermarti un istante a pensare.

Under a quiet sky the planet turned, and horses ate, and men slept, and death waited for morning. —