Quotes About Tranquil

I have to stay calm, cool, and collected.

Nature intended me for the tranquil pursuits of science, by rendering them my supreme delight. But the enormities of the times in which I have lived have forced me to commit myself on the boisterous ocean of political passions.

I loved the feel of the place: the tranquil, bucolic look, the sense of peace that spoke from every doorway, from each plot of well-tended grass, from every newly blooming garden. I loved the solidity and agelessness of it, of the passersby themselves, simple country people with simple country faces. There was a sense of veneration for that which had gone before, a rigid, disciplined effort to preserve things as they were—even, perhaps, a reluctance to acknowledge things as they are.

I am not a confrontational person. I have never had a fight in my life - neither with a man nor a girl.

Blue oblivion, largely lit, smiled and smiled at me.

Their persons being cultivated, their families were regulated. Their families being regulated, their states were rightly governed. Their states being rightly governed, the whole kingdom was made tranquil and happy.

I'm not into extreme sports or something. I just live a quiet life.

Be still and breathe.

When a life ebbs away, it is peaceful and painless.

All my humor is based upon destruction and despair. If the whole world were tranquil, without disease and violence, I'd be standing on the breadline right in back of J. Edgar Hoover.

Bennet's emotions were much more tranquil on the occasion, and such as he did experience he pronounced to be of a most agreeable sort; for it gratified him, he said, to discover that Charlotte Lucas, whom he had been used to think tolerably sensible, was as foolish as his wife, and more foolish than his daughter!

diffuse the alarm.

No, nothing really upsets me.

Upstate New York in the middle of October. You can't get more beautiful than that.

I'm not an urban person.

All my work is much more peaceful than I am.

It was one of those still evenings you get in the summer, when you can hear a snail clear its throat a mile away.

I am an expanding universe swimming upward in a silent sea.

I'm a quiet person, and I live a quiet, pleasant, ordinary, simple life.

But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.

I could smell the curves of the river beyond the dusk and I saw the last light supine and tranquil upon tideflats like pieces of broken mirror, then beyond them lights began in the pale clear air, trembling a little like butterflies hovering a long way off.

This was the mother, the dead sister Ellen: this Niobe without tears who had conceived to the demon in a kind of nightmare, who even while alive had moved but without life and grieved but without weeping, who now had an air of tranquil and unwitting desolation, not as if she had either outlived the others or had died first, but as if she had never lived at all.

Yet the motion of the saw has not faltered, as though it and the arm functioned in a tranquil conviction that rain was an illusion of the mind.

Seems like it's peaceful, just bein' in a country that lays the way you remember it layin