Quotes About Tranquility

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Hariri dice en su Maqamat: "La seguridad está en la ORILLA del río

Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind. A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure. Dusk rain on the river, the moon peeking in and out of the clouds; Elegant beyond words, he chants his songs night after night.

I can see clouds a thousand miles away, hear ancient music in the pines.

Studying texts and stiff meditation can make you lose your Original Mind. A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.

Breathing well means breathing more slowly and deeply. Relax, feel your breathing, and breathe comfortably. Once aware, it naturally becomes deeper and slower.

The deeper and slower your breathing becomes, the more space you will create inside you. Eventually, it will become so big that all your thoughts and emotions look trivial in the vastness of your inner space.

Contentment is key to inner peace.

Please World, just let me write in peace.

Enjoy the peaceful moments, Zhenjin. When the fighting starts, this will be a pleasant memory.

Is it a comb, a fan, a torn dress, a curtain, a bed, an empty rice-bin? It hardly seems to matter. The Chinese poet makes a heart-breaking poetry out of these quite as naturally as Keats did out of the song of a nightingale heard in a spring garden. It is rarely dithyrambic, rarely high-pitched: part of its charm is its tranquility, its self-control. And the humblest reads it with as much emotion as the most learned.

Being broke didn't seem so awful as it had yesterday, being broke but being at peace with the world. ("Don't Wait Up For Me Tonight")

Peace is not found in the sea. It is found when I dream of eternity.

This morning I breathe iced air, and wander toward the waves. For a moment I live without care; a moment all my heart craves.

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And the sea has boundless patience.

At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.

I wish I could live underwater. Maybe then my skin would absorb the sea's consoling silence.

In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still.

Like water, we are truest to our nature in repose.

Joy's a subtil elf. I think man's happiest when he forgets himself.

There were pretty carpets, good china, and an abundance of excellent food; there were magazines and papers and books lying about, and boxes of cigarettes for anyone who wanted them … there was all this, but above all there was peace. Peace, thought Franz, peace and happiness—yes, that was really the keynote of Fernacres.

The view down the valley was wide and free; the winding river, the rounded, rolling hills. The air sparkled so that it was a positive joy to breathe . . . and over the whole place there was a stillness, a peaceful sort of feeling; it was like the feeling one has when the words of a benediction have been uttered and have died away.

I've always found the rain very calming.