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“There is a presence, a silence, a stillness which is here by itself. There is no doer of it, no creator of this stillness. It is simply here in you, with you. It is the fragrance of your own self. There is nothing to do about this, it is naturally present. This fragrance of peace, this spaciousness, it is the fragrance of your own being.”
― Mooji

“Inner stillness is the key to outer strength.”
― Jared Brock, A Year of Living Prayerfully

“The sage is still not because he takes stillness to be good and therefore is still. The ten thousand things are insufficient to distract his mind - that is the reason he is still.”
― Zhuangzi, The Complete Works of Chuang Tzu

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

“Can you be alone without being lonely? Can you spend time by yourself without craving noise or company of other people? Have you discovered the glory of quiet time spent alone, time spent listening to your soul? Solitude brings with it gifts that come from nowhere else.”
― Steve Goodier

“Nature, take my breath with you; renew it with the wild breeze and fill my being up with so much soul, ego learns to fade away.”
― Nikki Rowe, Once a Girl, Now a Woman

“Too many words cause exhaustion
[In the mind or from the mouth]
Better to abide in stillness”
― Lao Tzu & A J Girling - translator

“Our refuge is being exactly where we are - not dramatizing problems by replaying them in our heads, telling stories to our friends, eliciting sympathy and convincing ourselves that this is a very big deal. Our refuge is in the stillness of being the compassionate witness to our panic and fear - not judging it as good or bad, just accepting the what is of the moment.”
― Charlotte Kasl, If the Buddha Dated: A Handbook for Finding Love on a Spiritual Path

“Listen to the murmur of water and you'll hear Mother Nature.
Listen to the stillness beneath, and there you'll find God.”
― Donald L. Hicks, Look into the stillness

“So loveliness reigned and stillness, and together made the shape of loveliness itself, a form from which life had parted; solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vanishing so quickly that the pool, pale in the evening, is scarcely robbed of its solitude, though once seen.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“When a man does not dwell in self, then things will of themselves reveal their forms to him. His movement is like that of water, his stillness like that of a mirror, his responses like those of an echo.”
― Zhuangzi, The Complete Works of Chuang Tzu

“The constant talker will never, or a least rarely, grasp truth. Of course even he must experience some truths, otherwise he could not exist. He does notice certain facts, observe certain relations, draw conclusions and make plans. But he does not yet possess genuine truth, which comes into being only when the essence of an object, the significance of a relaton, and what is valid and eternal in this world reveal themselves. This requires the spacousness, freedom, and pure receptiveness of that inner “clean-swept roomâ€� whilch silence alone can create”
― Romano Guardini

“Still is just the right way to be. You rise in the morning to go about your day. You remember a friend who has troubles. You don't quibble with yourself about whether to call her; you don't write a reminder on your Palm Pilot or in your planner to make the call tomorrow. You just call. Simple.”
― C. Terry Warner, Bonds That Make Us Free: Healing Our Relationship, Coming to Ourselves

“The sweetest melody that plays
on starry nights and wintry days,
most soothing to my listening ears
and calming to beleaguering fears,
I call a symphony on air�
the song of sweet, still silence rare.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year

“...unquestioning automatons
blindly marching to the beat -
an eerie crunching sound
hoards of shuffling feet...

(from silent moments)”
― Muse, Enigmatic Evolution

“Attain complete emptiness,
Hold fast to stillness.

Understanding the ordinary:
Mind opens.

Mind opening leads to compassion,
Compassion to nobility,
Nobility to heavenliness,
Heavenliness to TAO.

TAO endures.
Your body dies.

There is no danger.”
― Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

“When a turbulent mind and wounded heart surrenders to grace, breathing is easy.”
― T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph over Death and Conscious Encounters With the Divine Presence

“One's action ought to come out of an achieved stillness: not to be a mere rushing on.”
― D.H. Lawrence

“Chasing something external to satisfy the internal is a hollow practice. The only thing you can chase is yourself and you are already here!”
― Tresh An, Mindful Motion: 33 Flames of Burning Desire

“A man gets used to riding on at the break of day. Comes to think that movement and noise is where life is, when after all there's life in stillness and quiet too.”
― Kate Elliott, Traitors' Gate

“In the stillness of life, we find our higher self. Be still and God is with you. Be still, and you are never alone.”
― Donald L. Hicks, Look into the stillness

“Riding that ridge between reason and recklessness, stillness and speed, is the first, maybe the most important, thing I learned about motorcycles.”
― Lily Brooks-Dalton, Motorcycles I've Loved: A Memoir

“Through our awareness, we can open the inheritance of our qualities or talents, and behind that, reside in the stillness of being, present in the sanctity of universal love.”
― Georgi Y. Johnson, I Am Here: Opening the Windows to Life and Beauty

“In fact, the room was so quiet you might have heard a drop of paint splash.”
― Jasper Fforde, Shades of Grey

“All that moves exhausts itself eventually. Only that which is still is for always.”
― Sadghuru

“Grip’s favorite painting didn’t contain a single figure. 'Seven A.M.' showed distant trees on one side, and on the other a storefront that time had passed by. So still. Some kind of story could probably be told, but one refrained from asking questions. The light and shadows convinced the viewer to exist in the moment. Hopper had drawn sharp lines where the sun cast shadows on the white walls inside the window, while outside the ground gleamed like warm sand. The hands of an old wall clock suggested that the time was seven. Someone who should have been there was somewhere else. Yet nothing was missing. With the morning light streaming down on the ground and in through the window, time might as well have stopped—so the clock always stood at seven.
Just like that, a place where nothing ever changes.”
― Robert Karjel, The Swede

“And it was so still. The silence of the fields seemed to enter and move familiarly through the house. The wind used the open hall. He felt that he was in a mysterious, quiet, cool danger. It was necessary to do what?...to talk.

("Death Of A Traveling Salesman")”
― Eudora Welty, The Collected Stories

“During the Meiji era, the Japanese Zen master, Nan-in had a visitor from a respected university â€� a professor who wanted to learn about Zen.

Nan-in served the professor a pot of tea, but when the cupwas full, he continued pouring until the cup was overflowing. The startled professor watched in amazement until he could no longer restrain himself from intervening, “The cup is full and no more will go in. You’re making a mess!� “Like this cup,� Nan-insaid, “You are full of your own opinions, artificial concepts and negative speculations. How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup?�

Like the learned professor who wanted to understand spirituality, you too must empty your cup and have an open mind and heart.”
― Christopher Dines, Manifest Your Bliss: A Spiritual Guide to Inner Peace

“White Space is where the world and all distraction falls away. Where the voice of the Divine can be heard. Where the Truth of who you are is found. Where miracles happen.”
― Valerie Rickel

“You remain so silent,as carried away,
through mist of your thoughts,so dark and so deep,
and even awake same as when asleep,
waiting for enlightenment of a newborn day.

I'm bound to your silence,to the core i'm bound,
to delicate stillness,so cruel and so tender,
that despite of danger,soul yearns to surrender,
to that mesmerizing absence of the sound.

I resign everything i once knew so clear,
throwing in the wind fragments of my past,
they are worth so little,they're nothing but dust,
nothing to remember,and nothing to fear...”
― Aleksandra Ninkovic