Quotes About Tranquility

Give your stress wings and let it fly away.

My favorite weather is bird-chirping weather.

Just before dawn I have the world all to myself.

...gorgeous bright blue sky with some cloudacious beautiness on the fringe.

The last time I opened my chakra so I could feel my peace, I got thrown right out of the pub.

Yoga accepts. Yoga gives.

The best part of happiness is the pines.

For those wounded by civilization, yoga is the most healing salve.

If you can't hear the angels, try quieting the static of worry.

The old law vindicated itself by the vengeance of the sword, and plucked out eye for eye, and requited injury with punishment; but the new law pointed to clemency, and changed the former savagery of swords and lances into tranquility, and refashioned the former infliction of war upon rivals and foes of the law into the peaceful acts of ploughing and cultivating the earth. And so . . . the observance of the new law and of spiritual circumcision has shone forth in acts of peaceful obedience.

There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.

Let us not be justices of the peace, but angels of peace.

I sat down on the bench and started playing, instantly lost in the perfection of the moment; I was elsewhere.

When you've seen beyond yourself -- then you may find, peace of mind.

A man is not called wise because he talks and talks again; but if he is peaceful, loving and fearless then he is in truth called wise

By rousing himself, by earnestness, by restraint and control the wise man may make for himself an island which no flood can overwhelm.

The loudest noise in the world is silence.

Sweet is the whispering music of yonder pine that sings.

Cats love to sleep softly.

Even today [in the narrator's time], an ancient lime tree can be seen here at the edge of the river valley; in spite of its completely hollow trunk its huge crown still sways in the wind. Here at that time the handsome couple would often be seen standing by it, hand in hand, looking out over the wide river valley while the summer wind blew through their blond hair, and in the evenings too when the cry of the wild swans could be heard as they flew down onto the water in the starlight.

The bliss of contemplation consists in disenchanted charm.

I learned early in my life that if people were offered the opportunity of tranquility, they often reject it and choose torment instead.

I long for the imperishable quiet at the heart of form.

I'm not someone who feels anger on particular issues.