Quotes About Tranquility

The wars didn't begin and end - it seemed that the times of peace did.

They must visit Walden Pond," says Mrs. Chadwick, whipping out a clipboard from who knows where and making a note. Becca's mother is addicted to clipboards.

I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious. —Emily Dickinson

Under a shady tree can you feel the soft cool grass? can you feel it with your toes? we can sit here while it grows. Laurie Berkner

A wide-angle view of sails sparkling white against a cobalt sky as light dances, silver on the water. Like art, it soothes the edge, allowing you to see something simple from a different perspective.

Calmness of will is a sign of grandeur.

I am quite alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy mixtures of memory.

And heard the green birds singing/ from the other side of silence

There is a stillness in the air, in the light of the dusk, in the eyes fixed forward, in the still end of life, an intolerable sweetness...

Calm down, you'll live longer.

In these transparent-clouded, gentle skies, Wherethrough the moist beams of the soft June sun Might any moment break, no sorrow lies, No note of grief in swollen brooks that run, No hint of woe in this subdued, calm tone Of all the prospect unto dreamy eyes.

Sweet empty sky of June without a stain, Faint, gray-blue dewy mists on far-off hills Warm, yellow sunlight flooding mead and plain, That each dark copse and hollow overfills; The rippling laugh of unseen, rain-fed rills, Weeds delicate-flowered, white and pink and gold, A murmur and a singing manifold.

What modern man wants is a monk's cell, well lit and heated, with a corner from which he may look at the stars. Page 59

Sifting through the sieve of branches, a dusting of sugar over the cereal of dead leaves. An inch of snow accumulated through the night: slow, slow confectioners' sugar coming down through the thick limbs of fir and maple and oak.

Rest now within the peace. Take of the fruit, but guard the seed.

Because it was a tool of death," she said, "and this is a place of purity, peace, and harmony.

Think peace, live peace, and breathe peace and you'll get it as soon as you like. Okay?

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever

People should be taught what is, not what should be. All my humor is based on destruction and despair. If the whole world were tranquil, without disease and violence, I'd be standing in the breadline.

A time comes when you don't have to use meditation techniques anymore. You just sit down and you are nonexistence itself.

If you love me as you say you do,' she whispered, 'make it so that I am at peace.

But I wasn't surprised, or scared, or even angry. I accepted it like a friendly wind, come to fly me home. It's okay, I thought. And it was.

My idea of heaven is to be hunting with you in some beautiful park with mountains like here at home but where we won't need guns or prey but we will just walk together arm in arm in this good world and be by ourselves always together forever and a day.

a pleasant reverie