Quotes About Stillness

The library was like a stone quarry where no rain had fallen in ten thousand years. Way off in that direction: silence. Way off in that direction: hush. It was the time between things finished and things begun. Nobody died here. Nobody was born. The library, and all its books, just were. We

Silence. A summer-night silence which lay for a thousand miles, which covered the earth like a white and shadowy sea.

The voice clock mourned out the cold hour of a cold morning of a still colder year.

On the front porch where she had come to weigh them quietly with her eyes, her quietness a condemnation, the woman stood motionless.

I think of her hands but I don't see them doing anything at all. They just hang there at her sides or they lay there on her lap or there's a cigarette in them, but that's all.

Once upon a time there were two cities within a city. One was light and one was dark. One moved restlessly all day while the other never stirred. One was warm and filled with ever-changing lights. One was cold and fixed in place by stones. And when the sun went down each afternoon on Maximus Films, the city of the living, it began to resemble Green Glade cemetery just across the way, which was the city of the dead.

So swift was the motion that her bedroom slippers were left standing on the stepladder rungs.

They lay blinking their dusty eyelids. ...Montag sat up. He did not move any further, however. The other men did likewise. The sun was touching the black horizon with a faint red tip.

Montag watched the great dust settle and the great silence move down upon their world. And lying there it seemed that he saw every grain of dust and every blade of grass and that he heard every cry and shout and whisper going up in the world now.

My heart stopped talking because it didn't want to talk anymore for a while.

It is the still point in the turning world.

There were moments when one's past came back to one, as it will sometimes when you have not a moment to spare to yourself; but it came in the shape of an unrestful and noisy dream, remembered with wonder amongst the overwhelming realities of this strange world of plants, and water, and silence. And this stillness of life did not in the least resemble a peace. It was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention. It looked at you with a vengeful aspect.

And this stillness of life did not in the least resemble a peace. It was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over and inscrutable intention. It looked at you with a vengeful aspect.

And this stillness of life did not the least resemble a peace.

The calm was absolute, a dead, flat calm, the stillness of a dead sea and of a dead atmosphere.

The islands are very quiet. One sees them lying about, clothed in their dark garments of leaves, in a great hush of silver and azure, where the sea without murmurs meets the sky in a ring of magic stillness. A sort of smiling somnolence broods over them; the very voices of their people are soft and subdued, as if afraid to break some protecting spell. Perhaps this was the very spell which had enchanted Heyst in the early days.

There were moments when one's past came back to one, as it will sometimes when you have not a moment to spare for yourself; but it came in the shape of an unrestful and noisy dream, remembered with wonder amongst the overwhelming realities of this strange world of plants, and water, and silence. And this stillness of life did not in the least resemble a peace. It was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention. It looked at you with a vengeful aspect.

Era o femeie zvelt?, într-o rochie neagr? din m?tase. O frunte înalt?, tr?s?turi regulate È™i buzele delicat conturate st?teau m?rturie frumuseÈ›ii ei trecute. ?edea dreapt? într-un jilÈ›... Mâinile subÈ›iri îi z?ceau în poal?, imobilitatea ei facial? avea ceva monahal.

We stopped, and the silence driven away by the stamping of our feet flowed back again from the recesses of the

It was the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention.

pero una quietud silenciosa se asentaba a sus riberas.

And to a place I come where nothing shines.

La noche, sin importar cuán muda sea, nunca es totalmente silenciosa a los oídos atentos

The heart qualities of faith, confidence, and trust are actual powers we can cultivate. In Buddhist texts they are likened to a magical gem that settles impurities in water. Faith in the possibility of awakening, confidence in the moment's experience and in the nature of awareness itself, trust in the direction of our lives—all of these settle doubt, confusion, and agitation. They create an inner environment of clarity, stillness, and beauty.