Quotes About Tranquility

In its purest, most fundamental form, meditation is the personal practice of quieting your mind. This involves a physical silence not only for you but also for your immediate surroundings.

It is good to find comfort in memories," Mr. Fry said gently.

Savasana—corpse pose—is the hardest pose of all. You would think, 'What could be hard about lying on the floor?' But the truth is that we, as humans, are not wired to be still and do nothing.

Seek out some retired and old-world spot, far from the madding crowd, and dream away a sunny week among its drowsy lanes - some half-forgotten nook, hidden away by the fairies, out of reach of the noisy world - some quaint-perched eyrie on the cliffs of Time, from whence the surging waves of the nineteenth century would sound far-off and faint.

The day has been so full of fret and care, and our hearts have been so full of evil and of bitter thoughts, and the world has seemed so hard and wrong to us. Then Night, like some great loving mother, gently lays her hand upon our fevered head, and turns our little tear-stained faces up to hers, and smiles; and though she does not speak, we know what she would say, and lay our hot flushed cheek against her bosom, and the pain is gone.

And we sit there, by its margin, while the moon, who loves it too, stoops down to kiss it with a sister's kiss, and throws her silver arms around it clingingly.

agreed with George, and suggested that we should seek out some retired and old-world spot, far from the madding crowd, and dream away a sunny week among its drowsy lanes—some half-forgotten nook, hidden away by the fairies, out of reach of the noisy world—some quaint-perched eyrie on the cliffs of Time, from whence the surging waves of the nineteenth century would sound far-off and faint.

And we sit there, by its margin, while the moon, who loves it too, stoops down to kiss it with a sister's kiss, and throws her silver arms around it clingingly; and we watch it as it flows, ever singing, ever whispering

far from the madding crowd

Slowly the golden memory of the dead sun fades from the hearts of the cold, sad clouds. Silent, like sorrowing children, the birds have ceased their song, and only the moorhen's plaintive cry and the harsh croak of the corncrake stirs the awed hush around the couch of waters, where the dying day breathes out her last.

each night I lie down in a graveyard of memories

Clearly, she had erased herself. She was gone. She was serenity. Her lips faintly smiling. Her golden skin. The glowing thread ends of her hair. She seemed to have been dipped in sunlight and set here to dry.

He had found the one calm place in the midst of the storm, a quiet voice calling him to earth.

The minute we hit the air, you are surprisingly relaxed. All of your problems seem to go away. Your stomach doesn't drop. There's no falling sensation. It's just freeing. It's as close to flying as you'll ever get. A calm like you've never known before, and you don't want it to end.

This is heaven. You can stop praying now.

In the pool I lose myself. My thoughts merge and flow. Everything—my body, my heart, the universe—seems tolerable when I'm protected by water and nothing touches me. All I think about is the effort. Below my body there's a restless play of dark and light projected onto the bottom of the pool, that drifts away like smoke.

Dr. Grant was right, the feeling no longer swallows her. Bela lives on its periphery, she takes it in at a distance. The way her grandmother, sitting on a terrace in Tollygunge, used to spend her days overlooking a lowland, a pair of ponds.

He was a hermit; true peace, for him, meant staying indoors, staying put in a familiar place.

Once, within this enclave, there were two ponds, oblong, side by side. Behind them was a lowland spanning a few acres.

Ulkona on valtava melu: meren ja tuulen pauhu, kuohunta joka peittää alleen kaiken, ja minä mietin, kuinka luonnon levottomuus voikin olla niin tyynnyttävää.

I've always been able to let stuff go when I'm done with work.

All of us can work for peace. We can work right where we are, right within ourselves, because the more peace we have within our own lives, the more we can reflect into the outer situation.

Calm and silent and steady work, and no newspaper humbug, no name-making, you must always remember.

If you know that whatever is made inevitable breaks down, you needn't seek too hard for achievement. If you know that all living beings inevitably die, you needn't work too hard on health lore.