Quotes About Tranquility

By not wanting, there is calm

be at peace and live in harmony.

allowing life's natural rhythm to flow unimpeded through you.

Blaise Pascal, who said, "All man's troubles derive from not being able to sit quietly in a room alone.

can be your sanctuary at any time.

free your mind from its persistent nagging.

Introduce a soft, nonaction style to your life. Practice the way of nonaction, or performing without effort.

Stillness and tranquility set things in order in the universe.

When you maintain a peaceful inner posture, even in the midst of chaos, you change your life.

when life looks difficult, stop and realize that you're only one thought removed from being at peace.

Imagine having access to a very special place where we could retreat and commune

The immediate result of your infinite patience is peace

Contentment alone is enough. Indeed, the bliss of eternity can be found in your contentment.

And as I nestled in and drifted off to sleep, my heart felt wonderfully... free.

After a while, though the grief did not go away from us, it grew quiet. What had seemed a storm wailing through the entire darkness seemed to come in at last and lie down.

All is well... That's my new philosophy...

It was still dark outside and bitter cold although mercifully there was little wind. Why is it calm in the early morning? You will notice that lakes are usually still and smooth before daybreak.

I like the silence between us, The quiet–that holy state even the rain Knows about. Listen to her begin to fall, As if with eyes closed, Muting each drop in her wild-beating heart. — Charles Simic, closing lines to "This Morning," A Wedding in Hell (Harcourt Brace & Co., 1994)

Well what do you have an urge to do." "Nothing

For the past several years, I have gone to sleep every night in this same little pocket, the most uneventful piece of time I could find. Same exact thing every night, night after night. Total silence. Absolutely nothing. That's why I chose it. I know for a fact nothing bad can happen to me in here.

Her own bedroom, her own bed. Her own yard. Without a restaurant downstairs, or sirens or cops or dead bodies. No fishy garbage fumes, or flumes of mildewing vegetation, no cacophony of five dialects being smashed together, a solid block of sensory overload rising up the dank central corridor of INT. CHINATOWN SRO.

She sat on a worn wooden bench, and read her book, and nibbled on her sandwich. The air was warm syrup, was literally thick with pollen and dandelion clocks and photons moving at the speed of light. An hour passed, then two. I never arrived at the park, wearing the only suit I never had, the one with a hole in the side pocket that no one ever saw.

Life could be wonderful if people would leave you alone.

life could be wonder full if people would leave you alone...