Quotes About Tranquility

No nos queda más remedio que esperar con la mayor tranquilidad posible el final de toda esta desgracia. Tanto los judíos como los cristianos están esperando, todo el planeta está esperando, y muchos están esperando la muerte.

Hope for an end to war, hope for peace.

I'm all over the place, up and down, scattered, withdrawing, trying to find some elusive sense of serenity. The world can't give that serenity. The world can't give us peace. We can only find it in our hearts. I hate that. I know. But the good news is that by the same token, the world can't take it away.

Peace is joy at rest. Joy is peace on its feet.

The hard silence between frustrated people always feels cluttered. But holy silence is spacious and inviting. You can drink it down. We offer it to ourselves when we work, rest, meditate, bike, read. When we hike by ourselves, we hear a silence still pristine with crunching leaves and birdsong. Silence can be a system of peace, which is mercy, easily offered to a friend needing quiet, harder when the person is one's own annoying self.

The world can't give that serenity, he said. The world can't give us peace. We can only find it in our hearts. I hate that, I said. I know. But the good news is that by the same token, the world can't take it away.

Gratitude is peace.

So try to calm down, get quiet, breathe, and listen.

I walked to the lip of the water and let the foamy tongue of the rushing liquid lick my toes. A sand crab burrowed a hole a few inches from my foot and then disappeared into the damp sand.…

In the lake, in the center, the stars were mirrored.

I feel a hunger now- a real hunger-for letting the pool still itself & seeing the reflections.

Charles Morgan describes as "the stilling of the soul within the activities of the mind and body so that it might be still as the axis of a revolving wheel is still.

But I want first of all—in fact, as an end to these other desires—to be at peace with myself

It seems an insult to the night to speak of purpose and intent, when this common moment is so brimming full of blessed design tranquility. All things follow their course.

Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.

She was no longer shaken. If she remembered her screams in the fire she did not care to dwell on them. If she remembered that, before the fire, she had wept real tears in my arms, it made no change in her; she was, as always in the past, a person of little indecision, a person for who habitual quiet did not mean anxiety of regret.

All I want here is a certain space, a certain peace. Or not to be here at all.

Cemetery. It had been the golden time of evening when the sun is gone and everything gives back the light it has absorbed all day long.

Maharet put her arm around Mekare's waist, and Mekare, come from brutal isolation I know not where, merely stared into space as though she knew some quiet peace but no more than that.

So clear that you could see every delicate vein in the lacquered new leaves; so soft that you felt the air on newly bared arms like velvet; so suffused with every shade of green that it seemed that your very blood ran green, in harmony.

Now, when you sit, your blood sort of sits along with you. It don't go rushing around your brain no more. Consequently, it takes that much more time to get rid of some sad idea in your mind. The process is slowed considerable. Whereas if you hurry your blood up some Ã¢â'¬Â¦ There is a sizable amount of people could benefit from what I know.

It was entirely silent and I tried to breathe its peace.

At any time and in any place I find moonlight very moving.

Tutto va Bene, All is Well.