Quotes About Tranquility

Bed is my friend

We will never know peace if we lose the present because we are trapped in the past and paralyzed by the future.

In people like us, the craving is as strong as the craving for food or water, the yearning for touch or light or love. I was looking for something--a diversion, an occupation, an unwavering force--that would elevate me, that would lift me out of the melancholy dissection of my own interior geography that otherwise would have consumed me pitilessly, as it had my father. I wanted to fly above myself-- if only for a few hours--and look down in tranquility upon my life.

Ultimately, we have just one moral duty: to reclaim large areas of peace in ourselves, more and more peace, and to reflect it toward others. And the more peace there is in us, the more peace there will also be in our troubled world.

Don't want to do a thing, Ran, do we, from now and on till evermore.

I learned to lose myself so effortlessly in the breathing that I sometimes had the feeling that I myself was not breathing but—strange as this may sound—being breathed.

O grant me a house by the beach of a bay, Where the waves can be surly in winter, and play With the sea-weed in summer, ye bountiful powers! And I'd leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, For a house full of books, and a garden of flowers.

It was like, oh, we've found the still, dead center of things. This is the quiet middle place where nothing can be done.

The inglorious arts of peace.

Meditation while walking has a long, noble history in ancient spiritual disciplines.

Your goal is a world without monsters, a world which is peaceful and safe. A world where witchers are unnecessary. A paradox, isn't it?' 'True.

Lentement, en silence, au milieu du parfum de la menthe, de la sauge et des orties, ils descendirent vers la rivière Soupir. En suivant l'escalier. Le long d'un ruisseau qui se nommait Murmure.   ***

Rocked, he sank into a sea of chamomile as it grew agitated and seethed.

Sometimes I get up before sunrise to watch the way the dark thins out and objects slowly reveal themselves, the trees, the rest of the landscape. You can hear the river below and roosters in the village. The light of dawn, cold and blue, gradually fills the world, and it's the same in every place I've been.

Sea; sand; a sky that melts into the sea--a landscape of misty pastels with a look about it of being continiously on the point of melting.

Breathe beauty.

Everybody cannot be calm. To be calm is a luxury!

Our response to cruelty, suffering, and sorrow is to remind the world of the face of beauty, which can best restore a man's tranquility, cleanse his hear of evil, and lead him to the path of truth

One must know the so-called 'lesson of a downpour.' A man, caught in a sudden rain en route, dashes along the road not to get wet or drenched. Once one takes it for granted that in rain he naturally gets wet, he can be in a tranquil frame of mind even when soaked to the skin. This lesson applies to everything.

A dark room with some low-level whale music and a flat bed and a woman pulling your shoulder back and forth is a happy place.

I like my peace and quiet whenever I can grab it.

Whenever I gaze up at the moon, I feel like I'm on a time machine. I am back to that precious pinpoint of time, standing on the foreboding - yet beautiful - Sea of Tranquility. I could see our shining blue planet Earth poised in the darkness of space.

Who doesn't love Enya? Whenever I'm in a trying time, she is the calm in the middle of the storm. If I put her on, I'll be in this crazy peaceful state. I love her style. And her harmonies are freaking genius.

I like gardening - it's a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.