Quotes About Tranquility

The sole case of man's unhappiness is that he does not know how to stay quietly in his room

Tout le malheur des hommes vient d'une seule chose, qui est de ne savoir pas demeurer en repos dans une chambre.

J'ay souvent dit, que tout le malheur des hommes vient de ne sçavoir pas se tenir en repos dans une chambre.

Ä°nsanoÄŸlunun tüm mutsuzluÄŸu tek ba??na sessizce bir odada oturamamaktan kaynaklan?r.

Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall..

worried. Not so

AÈ™ vrea s? m? retrag într-o gutuie. Ar mirosi frumos acolo. ?i, pe urm?, acolo aÈ™ fi liniÈ™tit.

Another room was almost empty except for a doll's house standing on a table in the middle of the floor; the doll's house was an exact copy of the real house–except that inside the doll's house a number of smartly dressed dolls were enjoying a peaceful and rational existence together...

God presents the Sabbath rest as a shelter we can enter. (Hebrews 4:1-11)

the delicacy, the impermanence, the emptiness of mind states. Just like the weather, they blow in and out. Good mood. Bad mood. Tranquil mood. Frazzled mood [p. 105].

Since the result is the same either way, I choose the path of least disruption

Ever since I was small I loved feeling somebody comb my hair. It made me go all sleepy and peaceful.

I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free—— The peacefulness is so big it dazes you, And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets. It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet. --from Tulips, written 18 March 1961

I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free - The peacefulness is so big it dazes you, And it asks for nothing. ~ Tulips (1961)

This was the best time of the day, when I could lie in the vague twilight, drifting off to sleep, making up dreams inside my head the way they should go.

If I lived by the sea I would never be really sad. I get an immense sense of eternity and peace from the ocean. I can lose myself in staring at it hour after hour. --from a letter to Aurelia Plath, written c. July 1951

Well, one wearies of the Public Gardens: one wants a vacation Where trees and clouds and animals pay no notice; Away from the labeled elms, the tame tea-roses

I am unattached; My heart is very quiet.

There is a green in the air, Soft, delectable. It cushions me lovingly.

The silence surged back, smoothing itself as black water smooths to its old surface calm over a dropped stone.

A summer calm laid its soothing hand over everything, like death.

I felt surprisingly at peace. The bell jar hung, suspended, a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.

Pure and clean as the cry of a baby, And the universe slide from my side

What I decided to do in the end was to lie in bed as long as I wanted to and then go to Central park and spend the day long in the grass, the longest grass I could find in that bald, duck-ponded wilderness.