Quotes About Tranquility

you cross the field in the snow leaving tracks in perfect whiteness ...disturbing my placid universe...marking the landscape within me ...

I pray this winter be gentle and kind - a season of rest from the wheel of the mind...

As you either care about what the land is or not, so do you like or dislike quiet things—sailboats, or rainy green mornings in foreign places, or a grazing herd, or the ruins of old monasteries in mountains.…

Canoes, too, are unobtrusive; they don't storm the natural world or ride over it, but drift in upon it as a part of its own silence. As you either care about what the land is or not, so do you like or dislike quiet things--sailboats, or rainy green mornings in foreign places, or a grazing herd, or the ruins of old monasteries in the mountains. . . . Chances for being quiet nowadays are limited.

She wore peacefulness as if it were a blanket she'd decided to wrap around her shoulders.

Let the world wag, and take mine ease in mine inn.

But no, I decided, he is just a man at peace with himself and with life—an accomplishment rare in its own right.

Snow falling in the woods when there's no wind is the most peaceful thing I've ever seen.

Total physical and mental inertia are highly agreeable, much more so than we allow ourselves to imagine. A beach not only permits such inertia but enforces it, thus neatly eliminating all problems of guilt. It is now the only place in our overly active world that does.

idlewild adj. feeling grateful to be stranded in a place where you can't do much of anything—sitting for hours at an airport gate, the sleeper car of a train, or the backseat of a van on a long road trip—which temporarily alleviates the burden of being able to do anything at any time and

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A fat pink cloud hangs over the hillUnfolding like a rose.If you hold my hand and sit real stillYou can hear the grass as it grows.

War is over ... If you want it.

There's nothing like the very early morning. It's the sweetness of the air, the sweet coolness; it's the bubbling of the creek which, for some strange reaction, always sounds more energetic than it does later on; it's the gargling of the magpies.

Cool, calm and collected, the three seas of wisdom and success.

The light of water showed through the tree trunks as they drew close to the narrow wood along the lake but once on the fringe of the trees they lost all resentment at the sight of the thick floor of bluebells beneath the trees.

the best of life is life lived quietly, where nothing happens but our calm journey through the day, where change is imperceptible and the precious life is everything.

But the road was still sunny, the gulls cried out. Neil was gone, and for a second, Jem felt something he thought might be peace.

halcyon days—the days when storms do not occur.

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We shall walk in velvet shoes:Wherever we goSilence will fall like dewsOn white silence below.

The icicles wreathing On trees in festoon Swing, swayed to our breathing: They're made of the moon.

I tell them that the only peace you find up on a mountain is the peace you bring with you.

He looked calmer somehow. It wasn't peace of mind he had found, but maybe a new deliberation.