Quotes About Still

To think to keep things as they are, is to let them move unpredictably, since nothing but death will still the beat of the heart or keep the universe from its perpetual motion.

I look out at the reservation, still and glittering with casinos, and think of all the death dried up and buried in its dirt.

Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.

for I know I shall be interrupted-- I shall want to be, really, because life is too exciting to sit still for long.

It is the still, yellow kind of afternoon when one is apt to get stuck in a dream if one sits very quiet

I gambled and I lost. I failed in securing my options for this choice for myself, but I succeeded in verifying the Dark Age is still with us.

The peace you shall desire is that sacred peace which nothing can disturb, and in which the soul grows as does the holy flower upon the still lagoons. And

His face was like a quiet pool that would hold everything safe in its depth.

But Vienna was in its death phase; it lay still and let me look at it, and think about it, and look again. In a living city, I could never have noticed so much. Living cities don't hold still.

In order to share one's true brilliance one initially has to risk looking like a fool: genius is like a wheel that spins so fast, it at first glance appears to be sitting still.

Ive finally found that life goes on without you and my world still turns when youre not around.

Life is like the ocean. It can be calm or still, and rough or rigid, but in the end, it is always Beautiful.

El hombre no dijo nada.

What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!

God is love Fear not Be still Know the truth Love your neighbor as you love yourself Love one another as I have loved you

Cambridge was a joy. Tediously. People reading books in a posh place. It was my fantasy. I loved it. I miss it still.

I know what the fear is. The fear is not for what is lost. What is lost is already in the wall. What is lost is already behind the locked doors. The fear is for what is still to be lost.

Life is like the Ocean. It can be calm or still, and rough or rigid, but in the end it's always beautiful.

Oh, I'm good. Seriously, after all these years, you'd think I would stop amazing myself. But here I am, still doing it.

became a mute

You still are? There go my plans! And the suit I had bought to attend your funeral. Well, well. Anyway, do call me up when you an't.

Just a regular projectile, not an explosive one, so most of my back was still there. I just didn't feel like walking around leaking in front of humans right now.

Life is like an ocean. It can be calm or still and rough or rigid. But in the end, it's always beautiful.

In our absence, the violet early evening light pours in the bay window, filling the still room like water poured into a glass. The glass is delicate. The thin, tight surface of the liquid light trembles. But it does not break. Time does not pass. Not yet.