Cormac McCarthy Quotes

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

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

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.

Take a walk with a turtle. And behold the world in pause.

Never be afraid to sit a while and think.

After all is said and done, sit down.

Like water, we are truest to our nature in repose.

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.

Men do not mirror themselves in running water - they mirror themselves in still water. Only what is still can still the stillness of other things.

If you sit on the doorstep long enough, I daresay you will think of something

Flakes of white fall thru the trees and onto the road, catching on our clothes and hair. It's a silent fall and it's weird how it makes everything else seem quiet, too, like it's trying to tell you a secret, a terrible, terrible secret.

It is so rare to meet with a man outdoors who cherishes a worthy thought in his mind, which is independent of the labor of his hands. Behind every man's busy-ness there should be a level of undisturbed serenity and industry, as within the reef encircling a coral isle there is always an expanse of still water, where the depositions are going on which will finally raise it above the surface.

Joy draws its nourishment from quietness and from the unfathomable.

There is something in the nature of tea that leads us into a world of quiet contemplation of life.

The surface of the quieted river, as I think now, is like a window looking into another world that is like this one except that it is quiet. Its quietness makes it seem perfect. The ripples are like the slates of a blind of a shutter through which we see imperfectly what is perfect. Though that other world can be seen only momentarily, it looks everlasting. As the ripples become more agitated, the window darkens and the other world is hidden.the surface of the river is like a living soul, which is easy to disturb, is often disturbed, but, growing calm, shows what it was, is, and will be.

With stillness comes the benediction of Peace.

The patient. The pine tree seems to listen, the fir tree to wait: and both without impatience: - they give no thought to the little people beneath them devoured by their impatience and their curiosity.

But, the best times I have found, in my life, are late at night or early in the morning and I think it's because you're outside the social realm.

Zen masters say you cannot see your reflection in running water, only in still water.

One sits down first; one thinks afterwards.

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.

It is life, I think, to watch the water. A man can learn so many things.