Quotes About Tranquility

I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.

The rain sounded like it was washing the whole world away.

Tiger Lily drifted down underneath herself. This was her one gift more than any other. Silently, she nodded. "Yes. Everything is more than okay.

Sensual pleasures have the fleeting brilliance of a comet a happy marriage has the tranquillity of a lovely sunset.

The snow fell softly on the street. It muffled sound. It sent people scurrying homeward, so that the street was soon deserted, empty, quiet. And it could have been any street in the city, for the snow laid a delicate film over the sidewalk, over the brick of the tired, old buildings; gently obscuring the grime and the garbage and the ugliness.

He loved the soothing hour, when the last tints of light die away; when the stars, one by one, tremble through æther, and are reflected on the dark mirror of the waters; that hour, which, of all others, inspires the mind with pensive tenderness, and often elevates it to sublime contemplation.

Towards evening, they wound down precipices, black with forest of cypress, pine and cedar, into a glen so savage and secluded, that, if Solicitude ever had local habitation, this might have been "her place of dearest residence

When her mind was discomposed... a book was the opiate that lulled it to repose.

She immediately withdrew from the casement, and, though much agitated, sought in sleep the refreshment of a short oblivion.

At night I dream of swimming, my arms move smoothly through the water it is so easy, so calm.

Sono giunta fin qui, oziosa, è lo stesso per me dove annoiarmi! Sopra il colle il mulino riposa. Qui puoi stare in silenzio per anni.

In those years only the dead smiled, glad to be at rest.

It is good here: rustle and snow-crunch... Ski tracks on the splendid finery of the snow; a memory that long ages ago we passed here together.

Beyond the lake the waning moon has slowed, And stands there like a window open wide Into a hushed and brightly lit abode Where something dreadful has occurred inside.

No more of this llama drama!

She drew the Loire. Slow, wide, calm, imperturbable. The lazy sandbanks, the pilings, the mildewed boats. Over there, a cormorant. Pale rushes and the blue of the sky. A winter blue- metallic, brilliant, bold, showing off its colors between two big weary clouds.

Il ne lui répondit qu'une seule fois: 01:16 silence Voulait-il dire: fin du service, paix, calme, ou voulait-il dire: boucle-la?

One needs occasionally to stand aside from the hum and rush of human interests and passions to hear the voices of God.

Everything was so quiet, as if the silence was listening.

at the bottom of the ocean is a layer of water that has never moved…

Like honey is the sleep of the just.

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.

I simply can't build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death... I think... peace and tranquillity will return again.

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