Quotes About Stillness

The end of art is peace.

Very seldom do you come upon a space, a time like this, between act and act, when you may stop and simply be.

The writing day can be, in some ways, too short, but it's actually a long series of hours, for months at a time, and there is a stillness there.

If you want more time, spend more time in the Timeless.

When the world stops, time stops.

The everyday, familiar sense of self who lives in time, and that dimension which we've called presence, that is always here, that is still and quiet.

Lie rather still because this is the first time I've used this equipment.

Meditation means the mind is turned back upon itself. The mind stops all the thought-waves and the world stops. Your consciousness expands. Every time you meditate you will keep your growth.

In Russia, people suffer from the stillness of time.

I just need time to catch my breath before you take it away again.

Take time to be quiet.

Anesthetized time; nothing moves and everything is at once.

it doesn't take long to stay an hour.

How slow and still the time did drag along.

Would she understand that time had stopped while she was gone.

A lot of the time nothing happens in a day.

I allowed silence to accumulate while I got my impressiveness together

Profound silence; silence so deep that even their breathings were conspicuous in the hush.

So I held on till all the late sounds had quit and the early ones hadn't begun yet; and then I slipped down the ladder.

As it lay there with the shadows of the mountains brilliantly photographed upon its still surface I thought it must surely be the fairest picture the whole earth affords.

Everything was dead quiet, and it looked late, and smelt late. You know what I mean–I don't know the words to put it in.

The stillness, the solemnity that brooded in the woods, and the sense of loneliness, began to tell upon the spirits of the boys. They fell to thinking. A sort of undefined longing crept upon them. This took dim shape, presently—it was budding home-sickness. Even Finn the Red-Handed was dreaming of his doorsteps and empty hogsheads. But they were all ashamed of their weakness, and none was brave enough to speak his thought.

Two or three minutes later the murdered man, the blanketed corpse, the lidless coffin, and the open grave were under no inspection but the moon's. The stillness was complete again, too.

motionless, finally, after how many hours, how many days, at a loss where to go. All directions leading to the same place anyway. Its own end.