Quotes About Tranquility

To restore silence is the role of objects.

As peace is the end of war, so to be idle is the ultimate purpose of the busy.

Spring is the season of gaiety, and winter of terror; in spring the heart of tranquility dances to the melody of the groves, and the eye of benevolence sparkles at the sight of happiness and plenty: in winter, compassion melts at universal calamity, and the tear of softness starts at the wailing of hunger and the cries of the creation in distress

I do hate to be unquiet at home.

Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole.

O it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please.

Will had loved the snow, the cleanness of it, the quiet, the sense of peace it brought, had loved it even though winter meant hard chores.

the solace of minutia

Pasha stalk beside, my monster fabulous and tame, and be like fleeing every worry to a secret hush.

Walking out to hunt at sunrise be like stepping straight from your own dreams into birdsong and dew. Trees seem higher. Gray shy dawnlight fill their rushing crowns from underneath. Pasha stalk beside, my monster fabulous and tame, and be like fleeing every worry to a secret hush.

edge of town all graveyard and the sound of waves

No tira los bancos o (las sillas) estrepitosa o bruscamente, no toca ruidosamente las puertas; siempre se deleita en el silencio. La garza, el gato y el ladrón actúan queda y sigilosamente, y logran lo que desean. El asceta debe conducirse siempre de forma similar.

but I am not someone who likes to wound rather I have a quiet mind

white sand. Lily white. Lily. After a good while she realized

we can stroll

Mirabelle sat down, dropping into the cushions like a ball being caught in a large leather glove.

When I am dead, and over me bright April Shakes out her rain drenched hair, Tho you should lean above me broken hearted, I shall not care. For I shall have peace. As leafey trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough. And I shall be more silent and cold hearted Than you are now

I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough; And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now.

Oh, I could let the world go by, Its loud new wonders and its wars, BUt how will I give up the sky When winter dusk is set with stars? And I could let the cities go, Their changing customs and their creeds,– But oh, the summer rains that blow In silver on the jewel-weeds!

There is a time to be still in the pose.

I yearn for things, but at the same time I am just peaceful.

The English countryside is the most staggeringly beautiful place. I can't spend as much time there as I like, but I like everything about it. I like fishing, I like clay- pigeon shooting.

Noiseless falls the foot of time That only treads on flowers.

For after the Battle comes quiet.