Robert Louis Stevenson Quotes

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.

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.

Quietness is the beginning of virtue. To be silent is to be beautiful. Stars do not make a noise.

Blessings upon all that hate contention, and love quietnesse, and vertue, and Angling.

I often paint tranquility. If you stop thinking and rest, then a little happiness comes into your mind. At perfect rest you are comfortable.

A life all turbulence and noise may seem To him that leads it wise and to be praised, But wisdom is a pearl with most success Sought in still waters.

Who can wait quietly until the mud settles? Who can remain still until the moment of action?

I would rather sit still in a state of peace on a stone than ride in the motor-car of a multi-millionaire and feel the peacelessness of the multi-millionaire poisoning me.

Drop Thy still dews of quietness, Till all our strivings cease; Take from our souls the strain and stress, And let our ordered lives confess The beauty of Thy peace.

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

All mankind's unhappiness derives from one thing: his inability to know how to remain in repose in one room.

Allow nature to teach you stillness.

I delight to come to my bearings,... not to live in this restless, nervous, bustling, trivial Nineteenth Century, but stand or sitthoughtfully while it goes by.

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

Who can wait in stillness while the mud settles?

Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.

The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn something by being nothing

Let the bucket of memory down into the well, bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one stirring, no plans. Just being there.

Silence is exhilarating at first - as noise is - but there is a sweetness to silence outlasting exhilaration, akin to the sweetness of listening and the velvet of sleep.

To live each day as though one's last, never flustered, never apathetic, never attitudinizing - here is the perfection of character.

Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is.

You don't always have to be doing something. You can just be, and that's plenty.

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.