Quotes About Stillness

Silence is the fruit of occupation.

The quiet is fretful, unnatural.

He found himself thinking of water, how it is never still, how even in our bodies water never relents: ceaselessly vibrating, each electron in each molecule in each cell orbiting, spinning, nine independent vectors of position and force, a rapture of movement.

The city seems utterly still, as though everyone is listening, waiting for someone to slip.

Stillness: this is what he radiates more than anything else. The stillness of a tree. Of a mouse blinking in the dark.

Static static static static static.

Winkler's breath plumed up onto his glasses. The entire valley was enveloped in a huge, illuminated stillness. Above him the clouds had pulled away and the sky burned with stars. The meadow smoldered with light, and the spruce had become illuminated kingdoms, snow sifting from branch to branch. He thought: This has been here every winter all my life.

not that anything very much ever happened.

Primates feel pure, flat immobility as boredom. But dogs feel it as peace.

I'm not so good at sitting on the floor and meditating.

I like the camera to be still and not very shaky and have everything happen within the frame.

It's something that I've always been attracted to, that idea of letting everything happen in a single frame.

After all is said and done, sit down.

alcoves, and once or twice he sat down

She had never seen a child who sat so still without doing anything;

If you lie through the night upon the battlements and think only of the stillness and the stars you will forget your anger and its poison will die away. If you put into your mind a beautiful thought it will take the place of the evil one. There is no room for darkness in the mind of him who thinks only of the stars.

She lay and listened to the quietness.

The stillness seemed to hold her and she paused to hear and feel it.

She knew now why she had come up here. It was so that she might feel like this—as if she was upheld far away from things—as if she had left everything behind—almost as if she had fallen awake again. There was no perfume in the air, but all was still and sweet and clear.

air. I am still holding the scissors, pointing

A large color plate of a cat statue caught my eye and I gazed at it for several moments, my mind empty of thought. Without an ego, one simply looks. The image of the cat, entirely whole and entirely static, is a signal to the mind to come to rest. There is no immediate sense of beauty, only the act of seeing.

When you take your stand along the maker's path, you must remain utterly still. You must think like a patch of sand. Hide beneath your cloak and become a little dune in your very essence.

Durmak diye düÅŸündü. Dinlenmek... gerçekten dinlenmek. MutluluÄŸun durabilmek, bir anl???na da olsa durabilmek olduÄŸunu fark etti. Durman?n mümkün olmad??? yerde mutluluk da olmazd?.

Le véritable bonheur, c'était cela. La possibilité de s'arrêter, ne serait-ce que pour un moment.