Quotes About Stillness

Obitus vitae otium est (Death is life's rest).

Si on bouge sans cesse, on impose un sens, une direction au temps. Mais si on s'arrête en se butant comme un âne au milieu du sentier, si on se laisse emporter par la rêverie, alors même le temps s'arrête et n'est plus ce fardeau qui pèse sur nos épaules. Si on ne le porte pas il verse, il se répand tout autour comme la tache d'encre que ma plume faisait toute seule, droite en équilibre sur le buvard, pour retomber ensuite, vide.

Eternity is non evident. There's this endless rotation of the sun in the skull, the stillness outside, and a storm within. At least a river is always flowing in some part of the country. Winds, always gathering speed, shatter the order of things. We return home, in tears.

His whole body was completely still, except the wings, which were still fluttering a little, like when someone dies. That's when he finally understood that of all the things the angel had told him, nothing was true. That he wasn't even an angel, just a liar with wings.

When we spend lifetimes numbing out against now, even the gentle stillness of the present moment becomes a threat. Even slowing down long enough to look at your own heartmind becomes an act of revolution against the sheer pace of our social karma.

There was no sound anywhere. No twitter of wakening birds in the gum trees, no bleat from the sandy paddocks, no low of far-off cattle. Silence - the frightful silence of Drought that has killed all life and now broods over the place aghast at her own handiwork.

A good snapshot stops a moment from running away.

How can I lead people into the quiet place beside the still waters if I am in perpetual motion? How can I persuade a person to live by faith and not by works if I have to juggle my schedule constantly to make everything fit into place?

midafternoon— and wait and watch.

The heart that disdains all motion occasionally is convulsed by a jolt.

Let come what comes, let go what goes. See what remains.

To do nothing is also a good remedy.

The ego always needs to be 'doing,' and repeating a mantra guides my mind to a deeper, less active experience.

I'm not a hunter.

When you're used to looking through a stills lens and you have to capture an emotional moment, and that picture is not moving and yet it has to have impact, I think that's the first influence on my style.

It was lights, camera, inaction.

Inactivity is death.

It would be nice to turn off that incessant churning of consciousness.

Qu'y a-t-il de plus jouissif que de s'arrêter de penser ? Cesser enfin ce flot débordant d'idées plus ou moins utiles ou plus ou moins importantes. S'arrêter de penser ! Comme si on était mort tout en pouvant redevenir vivant. Être le vide. Retourner aux origines suprêmes. N'être même plus quelqu'un qui ne pense à rien. Être rien. Voilà une noble ambition.

Era tal la calma, la paz, que hasta el mismo Pan parecía dormir».

Sitting. Sitting is the hardest, Mr Ui. Yes, some people can walk, and some people can stand; but show me the man who knows how to sit.

There appears, also, to be a possibility of a mind in Nature, although we have seen that intelligence is, strictly speaking, impossible. There cannot be perception, memory, comparison, or judgment; but may there not be a perfect mind, unchanging, calm, and still?

In concentration, the consciousness is held to a single image; the whole attention of the Knower is fixed on a single point, without wavering or swerving.