Quotes About Tranquility

Away from the tumult of motor and mill I want to be care-free; I want to be still! I'm weary of doing things; weary of words I want to be one with the blossoms and birds.

Silence. There are times it's the only thing I want and I wonder how I'll ever go back to the world of noise and distraction.

The Divine flow that wants to move through me requires stillness.

Even if you are focusing on a chakra, you don't want to do that for the whole period of meditation. There should be a point where you let go. Settle down. Get off the train of thought for a while.

An end to my fear of being alone. An end to a soul's solitude, when death at last arrives. There is something in that, something in there, that comforts.

Peace reigned in silence, inside and out, in isolation and exhaustion.

with each night they fell back farther, closer to that place where the will to live surrendered to a profound peace.

peace would settle on his soul.

Exactly. Peace of mind." "Fatal delusion, you mean.

I'm dreaming of a month of Sundays.

A nice place to visit, before you sleep.

Una conciencia tranquila es generalmente el signo de una mala memoria

Une conscience tranquille est généralement le signe d'une mauvaise mémoire

Het eenvoudige besef, te weten dat men voor altijd een stevig dak boven het hoofd heeft, een tafel om aan te werken, een ander om aan te eten, een bed om in te rusten na het werk, en voor de rest niets te verlangen of te begeren en alles laten zijn gang gaan. In niets geen zwarigheden maken: Ne donner aucune importance à des choses qui n'ont pas d'importance. Dát is het geluk.

Long ruddy rays touched the surface of the lake, where black swans haunted the shores, shrouded among rigid spears of reds. The swans sang to the approaching night, and to Khaster, it sounded like a lament for the end of the world.

The river spilled out into a vast lake, with a sandy shore that was dotted with constructions that appeared to be small, hastily-constructed shrines.

As Shan floated in the chilly water, he shivered, suddenly aware of the rich, mysterious ambience of the glade, its deep-breathing watchfulness.

By his side, Owen was standing with his head thrown back, his eyes peacefully closed, lips parted. Othman realised the boy was really quite beautiful. He looked like a dying saint, or someone inviting a kiss.

Use the breathing places wisely.

I hope for peace and sanity - it's the same thing.

Sometimes we want to get away from the busy and hectic city life to find solace in the raging waves of the ocean pounding on the rocks or the turbulent splashing of a bubbling waterfall. At other times we are amazed by the immovable silence of a mountain or the gentle caress of a river overjoyed tat its union with the sea. The topography of a region speaks to each one of us--a secret language that people from all facets of life understand and relate to.

All in all, the dead are a whole lot less trouble than the living

Sometimes the waters of our spirits are churned and murky, and it is difficult to tap the reservoirs of our innate wisdom and knowledge. But the waters will settle as we do. Quietly and gently encourage yourself to go inside. Clarity will come.

Since I learned to read I've used them as a kind of anaesthetic.