48 Quotes About Stillness-of-the-mind

We have between 60,000- and 80,000 thoughts a day. That’s a thought every 1.2 seconds…but we are not our thoughts – we have thoughts. Just like a cell phone is not our texts…it receives texts but they are not the phone. You have thoughts but you are not your thoughts.

I'd been drowning, [...] I'd been flailing on the surface. But what I really needed to do to save myself was let myself sink. It struck me that this is why we say to people, "Calm down." Because beneath the noise of the pounding, swirling surf is a place where all is quiet and clear. The chaos stills in this deep.

[When I meditate,] there in the deep, I could sense something circulating inside me. It was a Knowing. I can know things down at this level that I can't on the chaotic surface. Down here, when I pose a question about my life I sense a nudge. The nudge guides me towards [...] the next right thing, one thing at a time. That was how I began to know what to do next. That was how I began to walk through my life more clearly, solid and steady.

By quieting externally, you gain the space internally. Life is a flow - it goes on. Good or bad, it will always change.

Stillness within,Stillness around, Still is the sky, the trees, and the ground...

Sometimes you just have to turn off the lights, sit in the dark, and see what happens inside of you.

Learn to observe your emotions without needing to act or distract yourself from them. Within that stillness your truest most vulnerable thoughts will arise and it is these thoughts that will show you where your healing work must begin.

Thought for the day: we have far too many of them. And we prize them too highly; more so than we do the power of silence, mindfulness and pure kindness.

Patience is the antidote to the restless poison of the Ego. Without it we all become ego-maniacal bulls in china shops, destroying our future happiness as we blindly rush in where angels fear to tread. In these out-of-control moments, we bulldoze through the best possible outcomes for our lives, only to return to the scene of the crime later to cry over spilt milk.