Quotes About Tranquility

Be the same still mountain self and mountain peace no matter what the external conditions.

Amo esta soledad, lejos de los problemas de la vida en común.

She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.

Calm as still water. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine.

The snow fell steadily, cloaking all the world in white.

Missandei said the Peaceful People made music instead of war. They did not kill, not even animals; they ate only fruit and never flesh.

It is warm, I am alive, I am calm and sad, I hardly know why. In this existence so even, so tranquil, and so gentle as I have here, I am in an element that weakens me morally while strengthening me physically; and I fall into melancholies of honey and roses which are none the less melancholy. It seems to me that all those I love forget me, and that it is justice, because I live a selfish life having nothing to do for any one of them.

The earth has music for those who listen.

Chester's playing filled the station. Like ripples around a stone dropped into still water, the circles of silence spread out from the newsstand. And as people listened, a change came over their faces. Eyes that looked worried grew soft and peaceful; tongues left off chattering; and ears full of the city's rustling were rested by the cricket's melody.

Just this once, in the very heart of the busiest of cities, everyone was perfectly content not to move and hardly to breathe. And for those few minutes, while the song lasted, Times Square was still as a meadow at evening, with the sun streaming in on the people there and the wind moving among them as if they were only tall blades of grass.

Lo, sifted through the winds that blow, Down comes the soft and silent snow, White petals from the flowers that grow In the cold atmosphere.

We've climbed the mighty mountain. I see the valley below, and it's a valley of peace.

Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.

Truly it may be said that the outside of a mountain is good for the inside of a man.

Rzeczy drobne wydajÄ… siÄ™ nieistotne, ale to one zapewniajÄ… nam spokój.

To want nothing. Just to wait, until there is nothing left to wait for. Just to wander, and to sleep. To let yourself be carried along by the crowds, and the streets. To follow the gutters, the fences, the water's edge. To walk the length of the embankments, to hug the walls. To waste your time. To have no projects, to feel no impatience. To be without desire, or resentment, or revolt.

The lake and the mountains have become my landscape, my real world.

The morning is the best time, there are no people around. My pleasant disposition likes the world with nobody in it.

My pleasant disposition likes the world with nobody in it. (Life, March 1, 1968)

Gradually the magic of the island settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen. Each day had a tranquillity, a timelessness, about it, so that you wished it would never end. But then the dark skin of night would peel off and there would be a fresh day waiting for us, glossy and colourful as a child's transfer and with the same tinge of unreality.

I lay in the garden in the shade of the tangerine trees and devoured the book

Eventually the warm wind and the rain of winter seemed to polish the sky, so that when January arrived it shone a clear, tender blue … the same blue as that of the tiny flames that devoured the olive logs in the charcoal pits. The nights were still and cool, with a moon so fragile it barely freckled the sea with silver points. The dawns were pale and translucent until the sun rose, mist-wrapped, like a gigantic silkworm cocoon, and washed the island with a delicate bloom of gold dust.

Roger and I would squat in the heavily scented shade of the myrtle bushes and watch the array of creatures that passed us; at certain times of the day the branches were as busy as the main street of a town.

I stepped into the gin-clear sea which was as warm as a bath.