Quotes About Tranquility

Beneath our feet a fairy pathway flows, The grass still glitters in the summer breeze, The dusky wood, and distant copse appear, And that lone stream, upon whose chequer'd face We mused, when noon-rays made the pebbles gleam, Is mirror'd to the mind: though all around Be rattling hoofs and roaring wheels, the eye Is wand'ring where the heart delights to dwell.

of all the things in the world to see, I reckon the heavens at sundown has got to be my favorite sight. How about you?" "The sky's a good place to look," he said. "And I got a notion it's a good place to go.

A vacation is having nothing to do and all day to do it in.

Sometimes we do hear water talking. In listening to the river a kind of silence prevails, broken only by the rush of water over rocks. Such a silence is more like faint echoes, each a series of dim reverberations. They continue inside you, distant, yet familiar. The language of the river…

Go where the peace is.

Robert Vaughan

In fact, I love all repose and all that reposes, all thrift and moderation, and am in my inmost self, unfriendly toward any haste and agitation.

And after it has vanished, peace is found to remain eternal [no divisiveness].

His normal state was silence.

This is something that can happen again and again via meditation: accepting, even embracing, an unpleasant feeling can give you a critical distance from it that winds up diminishing the unpleasantness.

Acaso la vida es otra cosa que la aceptación tranquila de la muerte que se viene callando?

And I no longer ask for all the solitude in the world, but for time.

I no longer ask for all the loneliness of love or the tranquility of love or for the mirrors.

She says to the fog: it's all right, I'm staying with you

said a hasty prayer and headed for a wooden bench, there to recover a composure more in keeping with what I was, or what at the time I considered myself to be. Our

Diarrhea is hardly ever a good thing, but going to the bathroom once or twice a day brings serenity and balance, a kind of inner peace. Not great inner peace, but a small and shining inner peace.

I sleep like an old woman now, she thought to herself. In fits and starts. It isn't sleeping and it isn't waking and it isn't rest.

He longed for cleanliness and tidiness: it was hard to find peace in the middle of disorder.

Is it the nature of the world that all things seek a rhythm, and in that rhythm a sort o peace?

And I'd like to sleep!" "Sleep, then. It's good practice for death.

The carriageway to the front door was wide, and graceful white birches lined it. In autumn they shed a carpet of gold on the road, and in winter, burdened with snow, they arched over it, a frosted white tunnel paned with glimpses of blue sky.

Acceptance of what is. That is the shortest path to peace with yourself. This is wisdom. Does it hurt? Does wisdom hurt? Does peace hurt? Does acceptance hurt?

I idly wished for something else, for any situation that was neither this forsaken chamber nor the tenseness of Burrich's room. For a restfulness that perhaps I had once known somewhere else but could no longer recall. And so I drowsed into oblivion.

It was said often at my monastery, 'The wise man takes the shortest path to peace with himself.' Acceptance of what is, that is the shortest path.