Quotes About Tranquility

My life is far too quiet these days.

Tata Ante La Muerte De Don Pablo (para Rosa Amelia González) Mohina y serena, sin la trenza engañosa, en un silencio embalsamado, miras el paso de la muerte llegar. Tu boca firme dice con la pausa del ave en la llanura: La muerte es la mejor de las desgracias porque borra todas las demás.

The suburban dream began innocently enough one and a half centuries ago, with a weariness of city life and a craving for all things green bright and pure.

Solitude opens all closed doors, even those nailed shut.

Ik vind het heerlijk om vlak voor ik naar bed ga een existentiële crisis te hebben, het is zo rustgevend.

No one lives in these regions of rock and sun. It is a lucky part of the world; to grow old without buildings and roadways, to dissolve quietly without feeling stunned.

To know silence perfectly is to know music.

Death comes once, let it be easy.

I've learnt that solitude is sometimes a path that leads to peace

the sound of the fountain wove its way through the arches.

Cuando llovía con fuerza, sentía que el tiempo se detenía. Era como una tregua en la cual uno podía dejar de hacer cualquier cosa que le ocupase en aquel momento y sencillamente acercarse a contemplar el espectáculo de aquella infinita cortina de lágrimas del cielo desde una ventana, durante horas.

Cualquiera que aspira a conservar su sano juicio necesidad de un lugar en el mundo en el que pueda y desee perderse. Ese lugar, el último refugio, es un pequeño anexo del alma al que, cuando el mundo naufraga en su absurda comedia, uno siempre puede correr a encerrarse y extraviar la llave.

Sun rays found their way through the leaves, and the creek bubbled along like it had nowhere to go and all day to get there.

late. She'd barely gotten comfortable

As the little launch turned out into the lake, Nancy was entranced with the beautiful sight before her. The delicate azure blue of the sky and the mellow gold of the late afternoon sun were reflected in the shimmering surface of the water. "What a lovely scene for an oil painting!" she thought. As they sped along, however, Nancy kept glancing at the cottages, intermingled with tall evergreen trees that bordered the shore line.

There is no stillness like the quiet of the first cold nights in the fall.

The quiet room was too peaceful and comfortable to worry in.

Peace of mind comes in the strangest boxes.

Her silence was worth more to her than a thousand words.In that silence,she had peace and clarity.Except during the night,when her own jumbled thoughts would keep her awake.

There are certain kinds of silence that make you walk on air.

I could float and drift and not have to speak to anybody, explain anything, just swim beneath the surface. It was always my escape. It still is now. Family, life, love, search, Cecelia Ahern, The Marble Collector

Those mornings, the beach was my synagogue and the waves and gulls were audience to my prayers. I stood on the beach and felt wind-blown sprays of ocean on my face, and I prayed. And sometimes the words seemed more appropriate to this beach than to the synagogue on my street.

I kicked off my sandals, put my ice-tinkling glass on the small table by my current book.

I listened idly to the voices of the couple working in the back bedroom. You would have thought that since they lived together twenty-four hours a day they would've said all they could think of to say, but I could hear one offer the other a comment every now and then. This calm, intermittent dialogue seemed companionable, and I went into kind of a trance sitting on the end of that bed.