Richard Pryor Quotes

I named this place Listening Point because only when one comes to listen, only when one is aware and still, can things be seen and heard. Everyone has a listening point somewhere. It does not have to be in the north or close to the wilderness, but someplace of quiet where the universe can be contemplated with awe.

So still were the big woods where I sat, sound might not yet have been born.

I love silence.

I sat staring, staring, staring - half lost, learning a new language or rather the same language in a different dialect. So still were the big woods where I sat, sound might not yet have been born.

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls.

She would sit by herself in the middle of the old stoe amphitheatre, with the sky's starry vault overhead, and simply listen to the great silence around her.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

I like peace and solitude and silence.

Silence is the pause in me when I am near to God.

Spend as much time as you can in silence. Look at the way the sun paints the ground gold.

Seek out a tree and let it teach you stillness.

Every time I'm in the woods, i feel like I'm in church.

All the rest is silence On the other side of the wall, And the silence ripeness, And the ripeness all.

Stop, stop. Do not speak. The ultimate truth is not even to think.

The master action, to move forward is a form of inaction; being still and quiet.

Take time to be quiet.

No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower. So the nightbirds will start singing.

There is nothing so much like God in all the universe as silence.

Stillness is the altar of spirit.

Love winter when the plant says nothing.

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence.

Calm and serene The sound of a cicada Penetrates the rock.

Now the mountains were getting that pink tinge, I mean the rocks, they were just solid rock covered with the atoms of dust accumulated there since beginningless time. In fact I was afraid of those jagged monstrosities all around and over our heads. "They're so silent!" I said. "Yeah man, you know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sitting there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin.

The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.