The wreck of things will strike him unmoved. [ Horace ]

In genial spring, beneath the quivering shade,
Where cooling vapors breathe along the mead,
The patient fisher takes his silent stand.
Intent, his angle trembling in his hand;
With looks unmoved, he hopes the scaly breed.
And eyes the dancing cork and bending reed. [ Pope ]

He stands like a rock unmoved against the waves. [ Motto ]

Yes - it was love - if thoughts of tenderness.
Tried in temptation, strengthened by distress,
Unmoved by absence, firm in every clime,
And yet - oh more than all! - untired by time.
Which nor defeated hope, nor baffled wile,
Could render sullen were she near to smile,
Nor rage could fire, nor sickness fret to vent
On her one murmur of his discontent;
Which still would meet with joy, with calmness part.
Lest that his look of grief should reach her heart;
Which nought removed, nor menaced to remove -
If there be love in mortals— this was love! [ Byron ]

The gentle breath of peace would leave him on the surface neglected and unmoved. It is only the tempest that lifts him from his place. [ Junius ]