William Stafford Quotes

Take time to be quiet.

Silence is refreshment for the soul.

I'm a guy that likes to sit in the quiet and think about things, and sometimes it's way more relaxing to have dead silence.

With Jackson there was quiet solitude. Just to sit and look at the landscape. An inner quietness. After dinner, to sit on the back porch and look at the light. No need for talking. For any kind of communication.

I love silence.

In fact at home I sometimes like to be quiet and hear the sounds of the world outside.

I like to take walks in the park by myself, where no one can bother me and I can think.

When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing - just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a pond, a flickering candle or children playing in the park?

I find music distracting - it takes me out of my head. What I love so much about skiing is the peacefulness.

I love silence. But I usually only listen to that when I'm sleeping.

It was enough just to sit there without words.

Listen to the sound of silence.

There is something joyous about not talking.

I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water.

The appetite for silence is seldom an acquired taste.

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.

No-one can function properly without occasional peace and quiet.

The ideal person is he who, in the midst of the greatest silence and solitude, finds the intensest activity, and in the midst of the intensest activity finds the silence and solitude of the desert.

The thing that I love, especially after sound check, is when I'm in that stadium alone. It's complete silence. I love that.

If there were a little more silence, if we all kept quiet...maybe we could understand something.

The silence of snow, thought the man sitting just behind the bus driver.

The great silent man! Looking round on the noisy inanity of the world,--words with little meaning, actions with little worth,--one loves to reflect on the great Empire of Silence.

Hopefully there will come a time when I have no words, when I can honor and hold that kind of stillness that I so need, crave, and desire in the natural world.

There is a peacefulness, an air of reflection, about a rocking-chair that attaches to no other moving object.