Quotes About Tranquility

How pleasant it is', says the Roman poet, 'to listen to a storm from the safe shelter of the shore.

what peace floods the soul when she rises above natural feelings.

An angel passed. that's what the French say about a comfortable silence.

Ä°nsan hayata erken at?lm??sa, bir gün dinleneceÄŸini düÅŸündükçe belli bir huzur duyar. Belki de zaman geçtikçe bedenlerimiz. Baz? ÅŸeyleri bize daha zor kabul ettirdiÄŸinden. Bir ÅŸey gitgide daha güç ve yorucu bir hale gelir; o zaman sonsuza dek uyuma düÅŸuncesi, eskisi kadar korkutmamaya baÅŸlar.

The magic moment is a slight quieting, a lull in being busy, a slight staring off, and a hint of calmness.

As night falls, the weary creatures of earth, And the woods and the frothing seas, Grow calm like the stars as they circle their course, And sleep with quiet ease. And so all creatures far and wide, From the craggy fields to the glassy lakes, Stretch and live 'neath the silent night, And sleep takes away their worries and aches. —VIRGIL, The Aeneid

the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation

How often have I watched, and longed to imitate when I should be free to live as I chose, a rower who had slipped his oars and lay flat on his back in the bottom of the boat, letting it drift with the current, seeing nothing but the sky gliding slowly by above him, his face aglow with a foretaste of happiness and peace!

My aching heart was soothed; I let myself be borne upon the current of this gentle night ...

Para estar al borde del mar no hay más que cerrar los ojos.

the cooing of pigeons, nesting in the wall outside; shimmering and unexpected like a first hyacinth gently tearing open its nutritious heart to release its flower of sound, mauve and satin-soft, letting into my still dark and shuttered bedroom as through an opened window the warmth, the brightness, the fatigue of a first fine day.

A child who has been breathing since birth without ever noticing it does not know how essential the unheeded air that gently swells his chest is to his life. Does he happen to be suffocating in a convulsion, a bout of fever? Desperately straining his entire being, he struggles almost for his life, for his lost tranquillity, which he will regain only with the air from which he did not realize his tranquillity was inseparable.

rejoicing in a peace which brings only an increase of anxiety,...

As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight;

For solitude sometimes is best society and short retirement urges sweet return.

One should go to the woods for safety, if for nothing else.

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.

Come to the woods, for here is rest.

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Here grow the wallflower and the violet. The squirrel will come and sit upon your knee, the logcock will wake you in the morning. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill. Of all the upness accessible to mortals, there is no upness comparable to the mountains.

Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.

There is nothing more eloquent in Nature than a mountain stream.

Nothing more celestial can I conceive. How gently the winds blow! Scarce can these tranquil air-currents be called winds. They seem the very breath of Nature, whispering peace to every living thing.

A morning when you become a pure vessel For what wants to ascend from silence

Landscape has a soul and a presence, and landscape- living in the mode of silence is always wrapped in seamless prayer.