Quotes About Tranquility

Shut upIn measureless content.

Unquiet meals make ill digestions.

Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!

Truth hath a quiet breast.

Quiet consummation have;And renowned be thy grave!

I could be well contentTo entertain the lag-end of my lifeWith quiet hours.

Our foster-nurse of nature is repose.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

A peace above all earthly dignities,A still and quiet conscience.

Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days.

And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

This music crept by me upon the waters,Allaying both their fury, and my passion,With its sweet air.

The green mantle of the standing pool.

His cares are now all ended.

The isle is full of noises,Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.Sometimes a thousand twangling instrumentsWill hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices,That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep,Will make me sleep again.

Not a mouse stirring.

The innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care...

Some come to take their easeAnd sleep an act or two.

O polish'd perturbation! golden care!That keep'st the ports of slumber open wideTo many a watchful night!

I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well.

Our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

We do not keep the outward form of order, where there is deep disorder in the mind.

There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance.

Sit tibi terra levis. "May the earth lie light upon