Quotes About Tranquility

The nobility of the ancients was no more than purity and serenity--what need for bushels of emblems?

Here were the hopes which blossom in the paths of life, reconciled with the peace which is in the grave; motions of the intellect as unwearied as the heavens, yet for all anxieties a halcyon of calm: a tranquillity that seem no product of inertia, but as if resulting from mighty and equal antagonisms; infinite activities, infinite repose.

I feel best in nature or near nature.

Peace is not a luxury. Peace is a necessity.

I keep myself away from negativity because it leaves me agitated.

No news at 4:30 a.m. is good.

I like flowers. In my next life, maybe I can be a gardener.

Your mind is nirvana.

Il silenzio è puro. Il silenzio è sacro. Unisce le persone perchè solo chi si sente a proprio agio in compagnia di un altro può fare a meno di parlare.

Aside from the brief period after Victor's death, sleep

Even the creek is still. In the darkness it looks like empty space, and I find that I'm drawn to its mystery.

And while I shall keep silent about some points, I do not want to remain silent about my morality which says to me: Live in seclusion so that you can live for yourself. Live in ignorance about what seems most important to your age. Between yourself and today lay the skin of at least three centuries. And the clamor of today, the noise of wars and revolutions should be a mere murmur for you.

Blessed are the sleepy ones: for they shall soon nod off.

Like Hemingway said, the only thing that could spoil a day was people.

I have one and only one wish: to withdraw from the world, to live far away in the countryside in a beautiful house, and to study and work there, all alone. I hope to realize that dream next yeat, when I will be thirty years old and will say goodbye to the world forever.

Having as little to do with human beings as possible - in some weird way, I'm at peace.

the rain was a fine thing. She often preferred it to the warm slant of sun and the clear brilliance of cloudless blue skies. The rain was a soft gray curtain, tucking her away from the world.

She kept to herself because solitude soothed her.

She thought it lovely, and at the same time felt relief that, at the moment, her heart kept silent. A speaking heart could break-she knew that very well. As long as hers remained content, she'd stay relaxed and happy.

Heal the mind, ease the heart.

our cabin in the woods in Clare.

She read in her room by the light of an oil lamp until mind and body gave way to fatigue.

clear tonight.

November afternoon in her