Leonora Carrington Quotes

The world is quiet here.

All silence is. All emptiness. And now: The dawn.

Dawn was coming. The Waystone Inn lay in silence, and it was a silence of three parts.

The grey nurse resumed her knitting as Peter Walsh, on the hot seat beside her, began snoring. In her grey dress, moving her hands indefatigably yet quietly, she seemed like the champion of the rights of sleepers, like one of those spectral presences which rise in twilight in woods made of sky and branches. The solitary traveler, haunter of lanes, disturber of ferns, and devastator of hemlock plants, looking up, suddenly sees the giant figure at the end of the ride.

In our absence, the violet early evening light pours in the bay window, filling the still room like water poured into a glass. The glass is delicate. The thin, tight surface of the liquid light trembles. But it does not break. Time does not pass. Not yet.

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

Speak not, move not, but listen, the sky is full of gold. No ripple on the river, no stir in field or fold, All gleams but naught doth glisten, but the far-off unseen sea. Forget days past, heart broken, put all memory by! No grief on the green hillside, no pity in the sky, Joy that may not be spoken fills mead and flower and tree.

... not only is life put in new patterns from the air, but it is somehow arrested, frozen into form. (The leaping hare is caught in a marble panel.) A glaze is put over life. There is no flaw, no crack in the surface; a still reservoir, no ripple on its face. Looking down from the air that morning, I felt that stillness rested like a light over the earth. The waterfalls seemed frozen solid; the tops of the trees were still; the river hardly stirred, a serpent gently moving under its shimmering skin.

Silence is the garden of thought.

How silent are the winds!

On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.

It was so quiet, you could hear a pun drop.

Silence is best.

I love silence.

I just want to live in peace and quiet.

I like silence.

At home, I love reaching out into that absolute silence, when you can hear the owl or the wind.

But I try to steal other moments. Sometimes I get up very early in the morning and enjoy a quiet house and cup of tea before the craziness begins. Other times, I'll take a quick walk on the beach. You can find peace in a few minutes.

Four-fifths of all our troubles would disappear, if we would only sit down and keep still.

I like peace and solitude and silence.

Nothing in all creation is so like God as stillness.

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

Out of silence comes the greatest creativity. Not when we are rushing and panicking.

Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest.

Truth hath a quiet breast.