Quotes About Tranquility

The absolute silence that is nirv??a is the release from a world of suffering.

Call for the grandest of all earthly spectacles, what is that? It is the sun going to his rest.

Quando il dolore cessa di riflettere il sonno approfitta della buona occasione.

All that silence and absence of goings-on is the stillness of infinite motion.

He cleared his throat. "One good thing about the range, Starling, is there's no politics out there." "No?" "You were right to secure that garage up at Baltimore there. You worried about the TV?

Enséñanos a preocuparnos y a no preocuparnos. Enséñanos a permanecer serenos...

Peace and rest at length have come All the day's long toil is past, And each heart is whispering, 'Home, Home at last.

Let us cross the river to the other side and rest beneath the shade of the trees. [Stonwall Jackson just before passing into eternity in 1863.]

Let us cross over the river, and rest in the shade of the trees.

Peace, that glorious moment in time when everyone stops and reloads.

It is neither wealth nor splendor, but tranquility and occupation which give happiness.

It is neither wealth nor splendor; but tranquility and occupation which give you happiness.

Happiness is not being pained in body or troubled in mind.

Good humor is one of the preservatives of our peace and tranquility

Even in a personal sense, after all, art is an intensified life. By art one is more deeply satisfied and more rapidly used up. It engraves on the countenance of its servant the traces of imaginary and intellectual adventures, and even if he has outwardly existed in cloistral tranquility, it leads in the long term to overfastidiousness, over-refinement, nervous fatigue and overstimulation, such as can seldom result from a life of the most extravagant passions and pleasures.

Wrapped in his coat, a book in his lap, the traveler took his ease, the hours slipping by unnoticed.

Yet he received this love with joy, surrendered himself to it, and cherished it with all the strength of his being; for he knew that love made one vital and rich, and he longed to be vital and rich, far more than he did to work tranquilly on anything to give it permanent form.

Be still: There is no longer any need of comment. It was a lucky wind That blew away his halo with his cares, A lucky sea that drowned his reputation.

The peace produced by grace is a spiritual stability too deep for violence — it is unshakeable

From where I sit and write at this moment, I look out the window, across the quiet guest-house garden, with the four banana trees and the big red and yellow flowers around Our Lady's statue. I can see the door where Dan entered and where I entered. Beyond the Porter's Lodge is a low green hill where there was wheat this summer. And out there, yonder, I can hear the racket of the diesel tractor: I don't know what they are ploughing.)

Let there always be quiet, dark churches in which men can take refuge.

Let there be a place somewhere in which you can breathe naturally, quietly, and not have to take your breath in continuous short gasps. A place where your mind can be idle, and forget its concerns, descend into silence, and worship the Father in secret.

The sharpest of natural experiences is like sleep, compared with the awakening which is contemplation. The keenest and surest natural certitude is a dream compared to this serene comprehension.

Let the peace of this day be here tomorrow when I wake up.