Quotes About Tranquility

All I want is a peaceful place where flowers can bloom, birds can sing, and the mind can fly with joy.

Peace is defined as harmony among those who are divided. When, therefore, we end the civil war within our nature and cultivate peace within ourselves, we become at peace.

There is no way to peace. Peace is the way.

Ultimate peace begins within; when we find peace within there will be no more conflict, nor more occasion for war.

The whole secret of existence is to have no fear.

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility.

My home...It is my retreat and resting place from wars, I try to keep this corner as a haven against the tempest outside, as I do another corner in my soul.

War will stop when we no longer praise it, or give it any attention at all. Peace will come wherever it is sincerely invited.

It is spring time now! While the world looks for a new war to fight, you look for a cherry blossom to watch! Let the stupid seeks the violence; you seek the elegance!

No more wars, no more bloodshed, and no more threats.

Drinking a cup of green tea, I stopped the war.

That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it?

Lord, bid war's trumpet cease; Fold the whole earth in peace.

If I tap that little bell, I can send you to a place where you will never hear the dogs bark.

We must see that peace represents a sweeter music, a cosmic melody, that is far superior to the discords of war.

Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.

Peace is a certain resistance to the terrible satisfactions of war.

Peace means far more than the opposite of war.

Happiness is thought to depend on leisure; for we are busy that we may have leisure, and make war that we may live in peace.

A mind at peace does not engender wars.

The strange white world lay stroked by silence. No birds sang. The garden was no longer there, in this forested land. Nor were the out-buildings nor the old crumbling walls. There lay only a narrow clearing round the house now, hummocked with unbroken snowdrifts, before the trees began, with a narrow path leading away.

Feathers... drift on the water like dreams.

The beauty of sleep is the way the world around you disappears.

May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest,