Quotes About Tranquility

Heaven doesn't laugh. It just smiles and stares.

Low grass and green moss covered soil that, come summer, would turn arid and cracked. Cyclamens peeked out from under the shelter of rocks, pink and shy as brides. Along the path, tall stalks of purple brush-head flowers swayed in the breeze like a flock of hooded priests on the Via Dolorosa.

When we accept as angelic gifts the restraints that are given to us, the result is equanimity.

I had forgotten even how to want something slow, something soft, something with wide spaces and its own sure-footed swaying rhythms.

It rains day and night, mildly but uncompromisingly, so Cal takes the desk inside and goes back to his wallpaper. He enjoys this rain. It has no aggression to it; its steady rhythm and the scents it brings in through the windows gentle the house's shabbiness, giving it a homey feel. He's learned to see the landscape changing under it, greens turning richer and wildflowers rising. It feels like an ally, rather than the annoyance it is in the city.

Here, the first light spreads across the fields like something holy is happening, striking sparks off a million dewdrops and turning the spiderwebs on the hedge to rainbows; mist curls off the grass, and the first calls of birds and sheep seem to arc effortless miles.

It's occurred to him that he might have an undiscovered talent for letting things be.

The breeze was warm across my face, and even through the city lights I could see constellations: the Plough, Orion's belt. The pine tree at the bottom of the garden rustled like the sea, ceaselessly. For a moment I felt as if the universe had turned upside down and we were falling softly into an enormous black bowl of stars and nocturne, and I knew, beyond any doubt, that everything was going to be all right.

So you just like the country." "I do, yeah. The city wouldn't suit me. Hearing other people's noise all day and all night.

The wind blows itself out, and dawn comes to the window cold and still in a clear gold-green.

He'd forgotten what it felt like to surrender to the comfort of tranquility.

and their days make no story for they were good and joyful and without event

my favourite emotions include 'brief calmness in good weather' and 'i am the only person alive

i'm going to distance myself until the world is beautiful

No one can see their reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see.

Inner peace is the key: if we have inner peace we will be able to deal with situations with calmness and reason.

equanimity offers a great inner resource: a sense of nonreactivity, of patience and acceptance.

Their rule of thumb for classifying a state of mind was simple but profound: it depended on whether the mind state led to inner peace or disturbed the mind.

Recognizing, for instance, "Oh, I'm having those-feelings again," or "Here come my schema thoughts," gives us the freedom to wake from the schema trance.

Everything within and around us is subject to change; the truth that if we try to hold on to or resist the stream of experience, we deepen the trance of fear.

J'ai appris qu'il fallait dire "Paix!" à ceux qui lancent des cris de haine contre votre être, votre présence ou sur votre passage. Pas toujours facile. C'est le sens de toutes les spiritualités, le profond jihâd du cÅ"ur et de l'intelligence... Paix, oui, avec force, tranquilité et dignité, à tous les instigateurs de mensonges, d'hypocrisies et de guerres.

There is no peace that cannot be found in the present moment.

His Holiness the Dalai Lama says that if we can maintain a calm and peaceful mind, our external surroundings can only cause us limited disturbance.

It is not easy to explain how I felt while I read, but I will try. No doubt you, as a reader, will understand. It appeared I found myself in a place where no one could bother me, where no one could reach me. I grew impervious to all the noises around me.