Quotes About Tranquility

You know how you defeat chaos? You suck the air out of it and put it to sleep.

I have developed a very strong partiality for the dead: they don't talk back, they don't sue, and they don't have angry relatives.

I had gained the summit of a commanding ridge, and, looking round with astonishing delight, beheld the ample plains, the beauteous tracts below.

All I need for a perfect holiday is sun and some peace and quiet. Those make for perfect book-writing conditions.

There is just something about being out in open country, about seeing the sun rise over a pond, that's really beautiful.

To wake up when the sun comes up and enjoy that and then, when the sun goes down, to have a nice property or house where I could watch it on my porch when I'm older. It would be peaceful.

Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.

I feel extraordinarily peaceful when I'm watching the sun set.

But your solitude will be a support and a home for you, even in the midst of very unfamiliar circumstances, and from it you will find all your paths.

When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.

Your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes, far in the distance.

Do not, do not, do not books for ever hammer at people like perpetual bells? When, between two books, silent sky appears: be glad.

Forest! They seek your trees to sleep among, With their long sentences hung. Forest!

Deep, calm, siren-like, and magical. -Two Poems to Hans Thomas on his Sixtieth Birthday

Solitude is not merely a matter of being alone: it is a territory to be entered and occupied.

Quite pure, quite free of future planning, I mounted the tangled funeral pyre built for my suffering, so sure of nothing more to buy for future needs, while in my heart the stored reserves kept silent.

It must be immense, this silence, in which sounds and movements have room

are patient, who are simply there in their vast, quiet tranquillity, as if eternity lay before them. It is a lesson I learn every day amid hardships I am thankful for: patience is all!

And you must not let yourself be diverted out of your solitude by the fact that something in you wants to escape from it. Precisely this desire, if you use it calmly and judiciously, as a kind of tool, will help you to extend your solitude over a greater expanse of ground.

Do not watch yourself too closely. Do not draw over-rapid conclusions from what is happening to you. Simply let it happen.

Understand, I'll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.

With the help of such impressions you regain your composure, win your way back out of the demands of the talking and chattering multtude (how voluble it is!), and you slowly learn to recognize the very few things in which something everlasting can be felt, something you can love, something solitary in which you can take part in silence.

?stirahat. Bir kere de misafirli?i tad?yor.....Bir kere de her ?eyi kendi haline b?rakmak ve ?unu bilmek: Ne olursa iyi olur...

I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty. In the wilderness, I find something more dear and connate than in streets or villages. In the tranquil landscape, and especially in the distant line of the horizon, man beholds somewhat as beautiful as his own nature.