Quotes About Tranquility

Con qué tranquilidad avanzamos a través de días y meses, y cantamos en voz baja una negra canción de cuna, cuán fácil los lobos secuestran a nuestros hermanos con qué levedad respira la muerte

Why do you stay here? What's here, Rory? Peace, quiet, birds. Lots of birds.

There is nothing more peaceful than New York City at three A.M. It's the rest period before the madness begins at dawn.

A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety.

They make a desolation and call it peace.

Of course, there are dozens of meditation techniques, but it all comes down to this - just let it all be.

We need long train journeys on which we have no wireless signal

There is an easy way to measure our inner levels of abjectness and friendliness to ourselves: we should examine how well we response to noise.

for a time we are relieved of our preoccupations and placed in a wider context that stills the incessant complaints of our egos.

Rachel smiled, somehow no longer afraid, and went back to bed: surrounded by darkness yet enfolded in light.

There are few nicer things than sitting up in bed, drinking strong tea, and reading.

The richest freedom is the power to choose inner peace.

Don't go to pieces. Go to peace.

One could get mad at one's neighbor, competitor, or spouse as easily here as on any other settled world. It was just harder to stay quite as mad, with the sun beaming down beneficently, the beach so close, and pleasant woods and lakes beckoning at every turn as soon as one left the city behind.

The birdsong was so loud that after it had woken you it drove you back to sleep.

To know nothing is the happiest life.

Like when you sit in front of a fire in winter — you are just there in front of the fire. You don't have to be smart or anything. The fire warms you.

Not in imagined futures, Or in remembered pasts, But only here and only now Will you find a peace that lasts.

is not about making the world a peaceful place; it is about us being at peace with the world.

Most desired form of happiness? 'Contentment

Outer peace doesn't guarantee inner peace.

The sky is white.

When I go biking, I repeat a mantra of the day's sensations: bright sun, blue sky, warm breeze, blue jay's call, ice melting and so on. This helps me transcend the traffic, ignore the clamorings of work, leave all the mind theaters behind and focus on nature instead. I still must abide by the rules of the road, of biking, of gravity. But I am mentally far away from civilization. The world is breaking someone else's heart.

There's no place you can go on the prairie that you don't hear the white noise of the wind, steady and rough as surf curling along a non-existant shore.