From T.S. Elliot's Four Quartets
I said to my soul, be still and let the dark come upon you, which shall be the darkness of God.
I said to my soul be still, and wait without hope. For hope would be hope for the wrong thing. Wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing.
There is yet faith. But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought. For you, are not ready for thought.
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.