Quotes About Tranquility

She who knows life flows, feels no wear or tear, needs no mending or repair.

Don't seek, don't search, don't ask, don't knock, don't demand - relax.

Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life.

Lo! on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand. Secure, insensible.

My normal life is like being on holiday.

Nurture the spontaneous peaceful life.

But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.

They are like lying in the grass under the sky on a summer day. You're blinded by the sun, but you can feel the ground beneath you, so as much as you think you could go flying off, you know you won't. You're warmed from the inside and from the outside, and you can still feel that warmth on your skin when you walk away.

Water is peaceful. I am at rest. In the water, I am safe and pulled in where I can't get out. Everything slows down—the noise and the racing of my thoughts.

Suddenly none of this would matter. No more worrying about where we're going or what's to become of us or if we'll ever disappoint another person again. All of it – just gone.

But when I'm with you, everything is quiet; everything just seems right, like my skin fits. And I don't just mean when I'm with you with you.

I could do with a bit of piece and quiet.

I need peace," I say, closing my eyes. "I need to replenish myself with peace.

I just needed to be on the beach. The beach would make me feel better. Nothing, nothing felt better than the way sand felt beneath my feet. It was both solid and shifting, constant and ever-changing. It was summer" -Belly

Nothing, nothing felt better than the way sand felt beneath my feet. It was both solid and shifting, constant and ever-changing. It was summer.

I just needed to be on the beach. The beach would make me feel better. Nothing, nothing felt better than the way sand felt beneath my feet. It was both solid and shifting, constant and ever-changing. It was summer.

I tried to figure out if I felt calmer with a blanket over my head. No I did not was the answer.

All she wants now is to go somewhere quiet and dark, she says.

A visitor asked the old monks at Mount Athos what they did all day and was told: We have died and we are in love with everything.

had prescribed fresh air, quiet, and milk.

Mistake not. Those pleasures are not pleasures that trouble the quiet and tranquillity of thy life.

One of those times," he said, "I think I'd take a nap.

Do you hear the rain? Do you hear the rain?

serenity, the calm daughter of tolerance