stirlessness

Updated: July 18, 2026

And high above, through the opening of the branches, was seen the blue-black frosty sky, with its innumerable stars. The keen, piercing cold, the utter stirlessness, the mysterious silence, threw a sense of death white death over all things. It was a night when one might faintly dream what the world would be, if the infidel's boast were true, and there were no God.

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik - Olive: A Novel