Quotes About Stillness

In a way, making Martin Ellingham the way he is was a corrective exercise for my acting - to keep a bit still and show a little control. I do like it - it's like having an instrument that you can play and that you can pick up and enjoy playing.

When you work on these films for so long and so intensely, when you get to the end of them, suddenly there's nothing to do.

There is an old Zen saying about seeing the moon's reflection in a pond. If the surface of the pond is agitated and full of ripples, the moon's reflection won't look anything like the moon. That agitation, those ripples, are your constant thoughts and feelings, which disturb your ability to perceive truth. When the pond is perfectly still, however -when your thoughts and feelings withdraw and stay quiet -then you can see the moon's reflection. You can perceive the truth.

It is a state of preparation: a way of opening the door. That which comes in when the door is opened will be that which we truly and passionately desire. The will makes plain the way: the heart--the whole man--conditions the guest. The true contemplative, coming to this plane of utter stillness, does not desire "extraordinary favours and visitations," but the privilege of breathing for a little while the atmosphere of Love.

And so the space Of my still consciousness Is full of gilded snow, The which, no cat has eyes enough To see the brightness of. — Ezra Pound, from "Middle-Aged," Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, 1912–22 . Edited by Harriet Monroe. (Chicago, 1912–22)

you sit tiller " said Kokka " if whenever you move something jangles.

Not moving, and barely

I am convinced that there are times in everybody's experience when there is so much to be done, that the only way to do it is to sit down and do nothing.

Peace, it's wonderful.

The still waters of the air under the bough of the echo. The still waters of the water under a frond of stars. The still waters of your mouth under a thicket of kisses. — Federico García Lorca, "Variación/Variations," Selected Poems by Federico García Lorca . Translated from the Spanish by Lysander Kemp, from (New Directions 1955)

Sit still with me in the shade of these green trees, which have no weightier thought than the withering of their leaves when autumn arrives, or the stretching of their many stiff fingers into the cold sky of the passing winter.

Like a heartbeat drives you mad In the stillness of remembering what you had And what you lost And what you had And what you lost

Do this by repeating an affirmation: Stand still and see the power within me.

When you can no longer be disturbed, all disturbance will disappear from the external. "When your eyes have seen your teachers, your teachers disappear.

Tôi ?ang s?ng trong m?t th? gi?i v?i vã t?i n?i ng??i ta s?n sàng tr? ti?n cho c?nh t??ng b?t ??ng.

Just as there are several solitudes, so there are several silences.

She lay there with her eyes closed, as if sleep were a shy creature that might venture out if she played dead. But every time it seemed to be drawing closer, some loud thought would crash and blunder through the undergrowth, putting it to flight.

Our natural desire is to be doing something; but there are times in our lives when it is wiser to wait and just be still.

The moral of the story is this: sometimes, to do nothing, to do nothing at all, is the sorriest thing ever.

Now suddenly there was nothing but a world of cloud, and we three were there alone in the middle of a great white plain with snowy hills and mountains staring at us and it was very still but there were whispers.

All sorrow has its root in man's inability to sit quiet in a room by himself.

Our nature consists in motion complete rest is death.

All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.

Sometimes,doing nothing is the best reaction.