Stillness is usually used when your frightened,shocked or scared.
Anthony Rocca
Stillness is staying in the same spot for a long period of time. It also means that for example the wind has a stillness to it, also you can die from staying still for to long
Stillness means not moving much or at all. It doesn’t mean a person or animal, it can be something such as air; there was and eerie STILLNESS in the air.
I dont understand stillness but I dont care it is stupid just like the color purple and I hate water lol jokes but yeah back to stillness I don’t like it it’s not really cool at all
It was my Brothers birthday today. When he got home we gave him a surprise party with all his friends. When we yelled surprise he just todo there in stillness.
In the stillness, I heard her labored breaths. Slowly, they grew farther apart, weaker. After a while, it was silent. I reached up and hit the ceiling above me. “Are you okay?” I whisper. No one replies. And I know I’m alone again.
the be alone and for it to be peaceful. I like yoga, it is based on stillness and balance. And I love it. I also think of a still forest in the middle of winter when not living thing is outside in the cold. Or at least visible. I love stillness. <3
MacKenna
when i think about stillness i think about the middle of the ocean. nobody is there to notice that it doesnt move an inch. its still and alone. completely. in the middle of nowhere. calm and untouched
neha
He is not the one you think, his silences are tough and cruel, and he’ll never let you know, how much he loves scaring you.
I’m not sure what I should say or do about it. Maybe I don’t have to do anything. But then, that would mean that I’m giving into it, doesn’t it?
I don’t know. I’m never very good at any of this.
A rock whizzed through the air and sliced the spot where I’d stood a half-second later.
“Not funny, Mark.” I didn’t even bother to turn. he was supposed to be standing still–too.
“I’m not laughing.” He shot back. “Can we move yet?”
“Wait for the signal.” I tried not to hiss. I wanted to. I actually think I rather would have liked to bite him–with all six of my venom-tipped fangs.
Just to hear him yell.
“We’ve been waiting for over two hours, Di.”
“And we’ll wait two more.” I growled back.
Something rustled nearby. I flexed my jaw, working it to bring the venom to the surface, both in the fangs and the claws sliding painlessly to the surface of my fingertips.
“Di?”
“Down!” I threw myself forward with a bit of a spin, twisting through the air to land on the enemy soldier. He’d crept up, close enough to almost reach us. Close enough and no further. I sank claws and fangs into the supple body.
Stillness going through my head, trying to be still but not so still that I cannot type these words. A simple word and a simple stillness becomes me to enjoy all around me, even though it is not still. Going through the motions, one forgets to be stil and think.
Jess Lohse
There was so much to do. The day was halfway done. Yet all at once everything faded into a dark brown mist. There was nothing to do or hear. Or more there was nothing I could do or hear. I was unsure whether my abilities had changed, or whether the world around had become something else.
There is no movement. No life. Like a dead forest. Unless of course it is a calm within the mind. Then a flurry of revelations is forever in motion.
Travis Boone
It hurt. Two years later, the pain was still fresh. I could feel the stillness sometimes–the quiet that came with being brave and the silence that came from standing up for myself. I knew everyone was disposable, but when I saw that I was part of that everyone, the wound reopened, and I took a moment to remember the consequences of staying with someone that didn’t care enough to give chase.
Silence.
Pain
Joy
Come and go
Come and go
Music
Dancing
Sleeping
Come and go
Come and go
Stay still.
Enjoy the moment.
lulu
Not moving staying in 1 position in life and never ever moving. Being to afraid to do anything stuck in fear either of life or horror. Why cant I move seems as though I am waiting for my life to start the us embassy can suck my dick.
Stephen Devane
It was dark and she was still. A rock. A statue. Where was she? She was afraid of the dark.
Did she have her cell phone? It wouldn’t be of use to her anyway. She couldn’t move. It was as if her limbs were frozen. Was she dead?
Dee
quiet, breathe air. multitude of silence. i’m at peace. I like the quiet of low music. It reminds me of Poe. Edgar Allan Poe theme for bike night in November. I love to ride in the bike nights; they bring out the best characters.
Bruce
The stillness came over me as they searched around the room.
“She’s not here,” one said. My eyes stayed wide open, and I tried to get as close to not breathing as I could.
“No,” said another one. “She’s here. Somewhere. I know it.”
Stillness—hard to achieve.
Something is always going, moving.
A leaf blowing in the wind, the window blinds tapping against the glass.
Stillness—distant.
Humans can’t even be still—
one never really shuts off completely,
until their very last breath,
and even then—
the world still keeps moving.
Theresa
His stillness frightened me. what had I done? I couldn’t remember a thing. I leaned over the cold body of the only man I had ever loved.
The sun had recently set and most people had gone to bed. I was the only one walking across the grounds. The breeze had gone. Nothing moved. Only me.
Katie
The stillness of the people in the room was alarming, yet amusing. Clara couldn’t help but smile at all of the different reactions all of her friends had. There were some elements in common, though, like the shock that then turned into deep confusion and that later transformed into utter happiness. It had been a long time since she had last seen them. It was good to be back.
Andrea
still is the air, still were the people. everything was still. but wait… that’s not right. nothing was still, because there was nothing. it was only me
and her of course
and a kiss. nothing was still anymore
Do M. Duc
Don’t move. Just breathe. IN. OUT.
the air fills your lungs. as you exhale, you open your eyes. gently. slowly. don’t stop. don’t stop. don’t stop. don’t stop.
breathe in the world and exhale the pain and shame and fear. courage is not reckless bravery. courage is not a hero flailing in battle. courage is being still. courage is accepting the pain with calm surety.
let the stillness fill you up.
Katie
He looked into her eyes, avoiding the temptation to look elsewhere on her body. Spectators held their breaths.
She stared back at him, a challenge.
He couldn’t win staring contests, so he looked away, a slight smile playing on his face, and then walked away without looking back.
The stillness of the water scared him. Not a single ripple, but a clear sheen surface. He bent over, scrutinizing his appearance with hard eyes. He looked different, good.
Take a deep breath, block out all other thoughts.
WIth that in mind, he stood up, gun tucked in his pocket, and walked towards the bank across the street.
The most important thing in life is to reflect on what you have done. Reflect on your personality, your ambitions, your loves, your fights, your past in general. Reflection is most effectively done in an attitude of stillness. That way, your brain can think. It can love and be at total peace, able to see exactly what you have done with your life and the people in it; reflect.
stillness is something I’m really looking forward to feeling again. Things have felt so chaotic inside, that I’m not moving fast enough, even though I am probably moving too fast.
Stillness needs internal connection. Its hard to quiet it all down.
The stillness of the pond reflected the stillness of that moment. Death had come and taken Richard and she had watched as the light in his eyes had dimmed away and all that was left now was stillness in his eyes, his body and her heart.
In the stillness of the night I tremble. The tendrils of darkness wrap around my soul, chilling me to the bone. I fear what I cannot see. More than that, I fear that the darkness, coming from inside, will consume me.
silent blue and the sky’s burning but here there’s a quiet that burns like fire.
God, how can she stand so still?
Sink into her like she’s a quiet pond and his presence barely causes a ripple as he curls his head along her shoulder and snuggles close. This is comfortable, this safety and quiet.
Fritz
In tne stillness of the night, the man journeyed through the mountains looking for tyhe spectral wolf that is refered to in tales of old. He hopes to find himself in the stillmess of the evening as rumour has it, only then are you able to confront him.
tim landry
She lay. Still. Dead. He killed her. Murder. His own sister. Just because of what she did. Simple really. And still, he felt the need to slit her throat. Gone she is. GONE. If only she hadn’t left that day. The snow was so deep. She was mischievous. And young. And so beautiful.
Stillness is usually used when your frightened,shocked or scared.
Stillness is staying in the same spot for a long period of time. It also means that for example the wind has a stillness to it, also you can die from staying still for to long
To remain in a spot without moving a muscle. To seem still you don’t make any visible movements.
Stillness means not moving much or at all. It doesn’t mean a person or animal, it can be something such as air; there was and eerie STILLNESS in the air.
I dont understand stillness but I dont care it is stupid just like the color purple and I hate water lol jokes but yeah back to stillness I don’t like it it’s not really cool at all
It was my Brothers birthday today. When he got home we gave him a surprise party with all his friends. When we yelled surprise he just todo there in stillness.
Stillness can occure when you get a fright from something that is so scary that you do not move
Stillness is very still it is not moving and it doesn’t make any action it is cool very cool sososososo cool I like being still it sooooo cooll
In the stillness, I heard her labored breaths. Slowly, they grew farther apart, weaker. After a while, it was silent. I reached up and hit the ceiling above me. “Are you okay?” I whisper. No one replies. And I know I’m alone again.
the be alone and for it to be peaceful. I like yoga, it is based on stillness and balance. And I love it. I also think of a still forest in the middle of winter when not living thing is outside in the cold. Or at least visible. I love stillness. <3
when i think about stillness i think about the middle of the ocean. nobody is there to notice that it doesnt move an inch. its still and alone. completely. in the middle of nowhere. calm and untouched
He is not the one you think, his silences are tough and cruel, and he’ll never let you know, how much he loves scaring you.
The stillness is like silence.
Thunderously deafening.
I’m not sure what I should say or do about it. Maybe I don’t have to do anything. But then, that would mean that I’m giving into it, doesn’t it?
I don’t know. I’m never very good at any of this.
A rock whizzed through the air and sliced the spot where I’d stood a half-second later.
“Not funny, Mark.” I didn’t even bother to turn. he was supposed to be standing still–too.
“I’m not laughing.” He shot back. “Can we move yet?”
“Wait for the signal.” I tried not to hiss. I wanted to. I actually think I rather would have liked to bite him–with all six of my venom-tipped fangs.
Just to hear him yell.
“We’ve been waiting for over two hours, Di.”
“And we’ll wait two more.” I growled back.
Something rustled nearby. I flexed my jaw, working it to bring the venom to the surface, both in the fangs and the claws sliding painlessly to the surface of my fingertips.
“Di?”
“Down!” I threw myself forward with a bit of a spin, twisting through the air to land on the enemy soldier. He’d crept up, close enough to almost reach us. Close enough and no further. I sank claws and fangs into the supple body.
A howl rent through the air.
The stillness, broken.
Cold and sad, forgotten like dead grass… This season is not for me, This season is frightening me.
calm and resolute, sure and secure, time of quiet
Stillness going through my head, trying to be still but not so still that I cannot type these words. A simple word and a simple stillness becomes me to enjoy all around me, even though it is not still. Going through the motions, one forgets to be stil and think.
There was so much to do. The day was halfway done. Yet all at once everything faded into a dark brown mist. There was nothing to do or hear. Or more there was nothing I could do or hear. I was unsure whether my abilities had changed, or whether the world around had become something else.
There is no movement. No life. Like a dead forest. Unless of course it is a calm within the mind. Then a flurry of revelations is forever in motion.
It hurt. Two years later, the pain was still fresh. I could feel the stillness sometimes–the quiet that came with being brave and the silence that came from standing up for myself. I knew everyone was disposable, but when I saw that I was part of that everyone, the wound reopened, and I took a moment to remember the consequences of staying with someone that didn’t care enough to give chase.
Silence.
Pain
Joy
Come and go
Come and go
Music
Dancing
Sleeping
Come and go
Come and go
Stay still.
Enjoy the moment.
Not moving staying in 1 position in life and never ever moving. Being to afraid to do anything stuck in fear either of life or horror. Why cant I move seems as though I am waiting for my life to start the us embassy can suck my dick.
It was dark and she was still. A rock. A statue. Where was she? She was afraid of the dark.
Did she have her cell phone? It wouldn’t be of use to her anyway. She couldn’t move. It was as if her limbs were frozen. Was she dead?
quiet, breathe air. multitude of silence. i’m at peace. I like the quiet of low music. It reminds me of Poe. Edgar Allan Poe theme for bike night in November. I love to ride in the bike nights; they bring out the best characters.
The stillness came over me as they searched around the room.
“She’s not here,” one said. My eyes stayed wide open, and I tried to get as close to not breathing as I could.
“No,” said another one. “She’s here. Somewhere. I know it.”
Stillness—hard to achieve.
Something is always going, moving.
A leaf blowing in the wind, the window blinds tapping against the glass.
Stillness—distant.
Humans can’t even be still—
one never really shuts off completely,
until their very last breath,
and even then—
the world still keeps moving.
His stillness frightened me. what had I done? I couldn’t remember a thing. I leaned over the cold body of the only man I had ever loved.
The sun had recently set and most people had gone to bed. I was the only one walking across the grounds. The breeze had gone. Nothing moved. Only me.
The stillness of the people in the room was alarming, yet amusing. Clara couldn’t help but smile at all of the different reactions all of her friends had. There were some elements in common, though, like the shock that then turned into deep confusion and that later transformed into utter happiness. It had been a long time since she had last seen them. It was good to be back.
still is the air, still were the people. everything was still. but wait… that’s not right. nothing was still, because there was nothing. it was only me
and her of course
and a kiss. nothing was still anymore
Don’t move. Just breathe. IN. OUT.
the air fills your lungs. as you exhale, you open your eyes. gently. slowly. don’t stop. don’t stop. don’t stop. don’t stop.
breathe in the world and exhale the pain and shame and fear. courage is not reckless bravery. courage is not a hero flailing in battle. courage is being still. courage is accepting the pain with calm surety.
let the stillness fill you up.
He looked into her eyes, avoiding the temptation to look elsewhere on her body. Spectators held their breaths.
She stared back at him, a challenge.
He couldn’t win staring contests, so he looked away, a slight smile playing on his face, and then walked away without looking back.
Sometimes, the one who looks away wins.
The stillness of the water scared him. Not a single ripple, but a clear sheen surface. He bent over, scrutinizing his appearance with hard eyes. He looked different, good.
Take a deep breath, block out all other thoughts.
WIth that in mind, he stood up, gun tucked in his pocket, and walked towards the bank across the street.
The most important thing in life is to reflect on what you have done. Reflect on your personality, your ambitions, your loves, your fights, your past in general. Reflection is most effectively done in an attitude of stillness. That way, your brain can think. It can love and be at total peace, able to see exactly what you have done with your life and the people in it; reflect.
stillness is something I’m really looking forward to feeling again. Things have felt so chaotic inside, that I’m not moving fast enough, even though I am probably moving too fast.
Stillness needs internal connection. Its hard to quiet it all down.
The stillness of the pond reflected the stillness of that moment. Death had come and taken Richard and she had watched as the light in his eyes had dimmed away and all that was left now was stillness in his eyes, his body and her heart.
In the stillness of the night I tremble. The tendrils of darkness wrap around my soul, chilling me to the bone. I fear what I cannot see. More than that, I fear that the darkness, coming from inside, will consume me.
Love, Peace, Truth, Oneness
silent blue and the sky’s burning but here there’s a quiet that burns like fire.
God, how can she stand so still?
Sink into her like she’s a quiet pond and his presence barely causes a ripple as he curls his head along her shoulder and snuggles close. This is comfortable, this safety and quiet.
In tne stillness of the night, the man journeyed through the mountains looking for tyhe spectral wolf that is refered to in tales of old. He hopes to find himself in the stillmess of the evening as rumour has it, only then are you able to confront him.
She lay. Still. Dead. He killed her. Murder. His own sister. Just because of what she did. Simple really. And still, he felt the need to slit her throat. Gone she is. GONE. If only she hadn’t left that day. The snow was so deep. She was mischievous. And young. And so beautiful.