Quotes About Tranquility

He closed his eyes and the warmth sank into his head, bringing an immediate sense of life. Reality came through the violent breathing, and with a sort of nostalgic remorse. He felt as though he was waiting tranquilly for some undefined revenge.

You think I'm drunk and talking nonsense? I'm not. I would know she was being well taken care of, and I could go pleasantly to seed here in the mountains. It would be a fine, quiet feeling.

his phantoms of peace. Majestically they formed around him, marshalling and mustering in ceremonious state, and moved to lay upon him their passionless serenity.

In the day, he thought of nothing; at night, he slept heavily and dreamlessly. Face pink and fat, stomach full, brain empty, he was happy.

It looked so quiet and peaceful around. But the stillness was the sleep of swords.

Just g'wan back home and set down on yo' royal diasticutis and say nothin'.

I don't want to be agitated so much on television. I don't need to watch any more agitation.

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

I don't know what anxiety is like anymore.

I think you can move to everything, but with some music, you just want to sit still. That's me, anyway.

Déjeme respirar el aire del anochecer, oír el croar de las ranas, admirar los rayos de la luna que cabrillean en las aguas; déjeme que me detenga en esta naturaleza, donde creo ver mi felicidad escrita en cada cosa y que se me aparece por vez primera en todo su esplendor, iluminada por el amor, embellecida por usted.

Je suis venu me réfugier ici au fond d'un château, comme dans un monastère.

My mind mellows now, and I sit back, glad to be done with a busy day. Evening's tranquility presents a chance to settle in with myself and with You. It is the time of day that I most often reflect on who I am and what my life means.

quiet days, smells and noises that are like old tunes, healing nights…

Bah; déjame en paz!—concluyó cada vez más irritado con mi tranquilidad, que era para él otra manifestación de orgullo. Cada

Unless we find repose within ourselves, it is vain to seek it elsewhere.

Rain says a noise: shh. You can hear it when it comes down. It is God telling us to be quiet.

I sit, I read, I listen to music, I go or a walk, I ride to Prospect Park and sit under the Willow Tree, I remember, I forget, I look at pictures, I do, I do, I do... or I don't, but its peaceful... only me... no worries.

He took another drink, licked his lips and leaned back with his eyes closed for a minute, listening. Marion closed her eyes and just leaned against his chest, feeling the weight and security of his arm around her, moving her toes slightly in time to the music. That last hash and the chartreuse really did it. She felt fine. She felt warm. She felt at home. Trane had just finished a chorus and the piano player came in and Marion muttered a soft, Yeah.

He looked down at the street, and the unbroken whiteness, and watched his foot touch the snow and listened to the slight crunching sound as he stepped forward. He looked back at his footprints. They were fascinating. He had been the only one to walk along this street today. There wasn't even the mark of a dog or squirrel, or the scratch of a bird. He continued through the soft, silent snow, a feeling of peace starting to flow through him, helping make his step lighter and easier.

At the heart of happiness lies peace. It is the last and the highest attainment of the soul.

Now I meditate twice a day for half an hour. In meditation, I can let go of everything. I'm not Hugh Jackman. I'm not a dad. I'm not a husband. I'm just dipping into that powerful source that creates everything. I take a little bath in it.

The quiet and solitary man apprehends the inscrutable. He seeks nothing, holds to the mean, and remains free from entanglements.

Excuse me for a moment, will ye. I think I have to talk to the river,' he said unsteadily and flopped over the side-rail.