Quotes About Tranquil

It was wonderful and gauzy, going to sleep that way, like drifting in a small boat over a rippling sea.

the complacency engendered by the tranquil possession of a God-given truth.

Elle pleuvait, sa vie, devant ses yeux, spectacle tranquille.

Zijn leven regende voor zijn ogen omlaag, een rustig schouwspel

You gotta be cool. That's all. Remain refrigerated.

He walked on, quiet as the fog.

Megan decided she had rarely been in a mall as tranquil and adorable as the Bella Terra Shopping Center in Huntington Beach, California.

I live a very low-key life.

I like her. She's restful.

She was tranquil, but it was with the quietness of exhausted grief, not of resignation; and she looked back upon the past, and awaited the future, with a kind of out-breathed despair.

The murmur of the limpid stream.

He slept like a shout.

leaned back in the rocker and set it in motion gently, still smiling at him. "She

and turned his eyes the color of a winter sea.

Cool as a mountain stream.

He was not at all what is called 'a character'. He was an innocent, affable old man who had somehow preserved his good humor – much more than that, a mysterious and tranquil joy – throughout a life which to all outward observation had been overloaded with misfortune. He had like many another been born in full sunlight and lived to see night fall.

The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.

On either side the fields were beneficently tranquil; the space through which the cavalcade moved was high and limitless. In the country there was less noise as though they were all listening atavistically for wolves in the wide snow.

There was a slow, pleasant movement in the air, scarcely a wind, promising a cool, lovely day.

I'm not a very fast-paced person.

I'm really not that fierce.

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

Why not just do something a little more on the gentle side?

The broad cloud-driving moon in the clear sky Lifts oer the firs her shining shield, And in her tranquil light Sleep falls on forest and field. See! sleep hath fallen: the trees are asleep: The night is come. The land is wrapt in sleep.