Quotes About Stillness

I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Sit and be still until in the time of no rain you hear beneath the dry wind's commotion in the trees the sound of flowing water among the rocks, a stream unheard before, and you are where breathing is prayer.

Ask the world to reveal its quietude not the silence of machines when they are still, but the true quiet by which birdsongs, trees, bellworts, snails, clouds, storms become what they are, and are nothing else.

At last, the world stops spinning. The ground is solid beneath her feet once more.

Sometimes the universe, it wants us to pause for a moment. To reflect on what's happening in our lives.

Going far without moving.

I must be dead for there is nothing but blue snow and the furious silence of a gunshot.

God's call to faithfulness can sometimes be a summons to be still and wait. There is a creative waiting as well as a creative acting.

Eu teria voltado para casa, se soubesse onde ficava. Mas como eu não tinha mais certeza sobre coisa nenhuma, resolvi ficar parado no mesmo lugar para ver se minha casa acabava me encontrando.

How beautiful it is to do nothing, and then rest afterward.

Settle in the here and now. Reach down into the center where the world is not spinning and drink this holy peace. Feel relief flood into every cell. Nothing to do. Nothing to be but what you are already. Nothing to receive but what flows effortlessly from the mystery into form. Nothing to run from or run toward. Just this breath, Awareness knowing itself as embodiment. Just this breath, awareness waking up to truth.

I heard she killed herself," Hunter says. "That would explain why she wasn't moving," Max says.

Sometimes children must be left alone to be still and silent, and to do.

Thomas no respondió y se quedaron durante un rato largo tomados de la mano, sin decir una palabra. Sintió un poco de paz, por fugaz que fuera, y trató de disfrutarla el tiempo que durara.

I seem to have spent a good part of my life - probably too much – in just standing and staring.

There are flowers growing upon the hill Like they always have before, And now you slumber and all is still, And your sword will ne'er strike more.

if you stay still for long enough, the universe whispers its secrets to you.

We are gradually losing the art of silence. Of walking down the street lost in our own thoughts. Of closing the door to our rooms and being quiet. Of sitting on a park bench and just thinking. We may fear silence because we fear what we might hear from the deepest parts of ourselves. We may be afraid to hear that "still small" voice. What might it say? Might it ask us to change?

Hush! Still as death, The tempest holds his breath As from a sudden will; The rain stops short, but from the eaves You see it drop, and hear it from the leaves, All is so bodingly still...

and though she was not beautiful her calmness had the magnetic pull of beauty—a stillness so powerful that the molecules realigned themselves around her when she came into a room.

It was a stillness I knew; this was how a house closed in on itself when someone had died.

I waited, uncertainly, my eyes on the Japanese chest. It was a beauty, a prize for a retired sea-captain's home in backwater Boston: scrimshaw and cowrie shells, Old Testament samplers cross-stitched by unmarried sisters, the smell of whale oil burning in the evenings, the stillness of growing old.

She was a masterpeace of composure; nothing ever ruffled her or made her upset, and though she was not beatiful her calmness had the magnetic pull of beauty – a stillness so powerful that the molecules realigned themselves around her when she came into a room.

At her tone, at once intimate and formal, a terrible sadness came over me, and when we looked at each other it seemed that the whole past was redefined and brought into focus by this moment, clear as glass, a complexity of stillness that was rainy afternoons in spring, a dark chair in the hallway, the light-as-air touch of her hand on the back of my head. "I'm