Quotes About Tranquility

We should all have personal hot air balloons and drift serenely through the clouds.

I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep.

Don't sweat the small stuff...and it's all small stuff.

The objectivity we sought was the power to recollect — if not in tranquillity, at least in 'dispassion' and this power is rarely granted except to the imaginative writer.

Ralph Waldo Emerson could write (in The Conduct of Life, 1860): 'The influence of fine scenery, the presence of mountains, appeases our irritations and elevates our friendships.' Mountains

A tranquil conscience invites freedom from anguish, sorrow, guilt, shame, and self-condemnation. It provides a foundation for happiness. It is a condition of immense worth.

Viewed as a whole, a forest radiates beauty, serenity and safety. Viewed from within, misplaced focus reaps the fabricated chaos of trees.

Happiness in life is the result of accepting everything just the way it is. Serenity is achieved when one no longer wishes for "something else.

And he pictured her down below, turning slowly in the currents, her skin pale blue in the cold rays of sunlight slanting down through the water, her hair flowing lazily around her face.

F]or there are times when bed is the only place on earth where peace is to be had, and that was one of them.

The quiet troubling of the river, and the clean, washed stones, and the green all about, and the trees trying to drown their shadows, and the mountain going up and up behind, there is beautiful it was.

So I kissed her, and went out, and up on top of the mountain to have peace, for I had a grudge that was savage with heat against everybody, and only up on top there, where it was green, and high, and blue, and quiet, with only the winds to come at you, was a place of rest, where the unkindness of man for man could be forgotten, and I could wait for God to send calm and wisdom, and O, a blessed ease.

The woods were my Ritalin. Nature calmed me, focused me, and yet excited my senses.

Quiet is here and all in me. (Dress of White Silk)

Staring down at the brook, I remembered a stream near Mammoth Lake. We'd parked the camper just above it and, all night, listened to it splashing across rocks and stones; a lovely sound.

If I could die now, he thought; peacefully, gently, without a tremor or a crying out. If I could be with her. If I could believe I would be with her. His

An old man, I want only peace. The things of this world mean nothing. I know no good way to live and I can't stop getting lost in my thoughts, my ancient forests. The wind that waves the pines loosens my belt. The mountain moon lights me as I play my lute.

He stayed inside his perfect silence, hung on the stopped, forward edge of nowhere

Where the deer bound, where the trout rise, where your horse stops to slather a drink from icy water while the sun is warm on the back of your neck, where every breath you draw is exhilaration — that is where the Aspens grow. . . .

Je ne fais aucun mal en restant ici. I do no harm by remaining here.

real joy consists of knowing that human wisdom counts less than the shimmer of beeches in a breeze.

There's a whole lot of comfort in saying nothing.

Soon his eyes close on their own accord, and he's swept back into sleep, that nightly place of plantlike deliverance.

A year ago, she'd been photographed in a green and bosky glade, facing a small silver stream that trickled down a gentle slope.