Quotes About Tranquility

In the afternoon they came unto a landIn which it seemed always afternoon.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.

How fares it with the happy dead?

lleva su inolvidable belleza con la distraída tranquilidad de quien es mucho más profundo que el estar siendo bonita todo el tiempo.

He loved the gigantic peace the Desert gave him. The world was forgotten there; and not the world merely, but all memory of it. Everything faded out. The soul turned inwards upon itself.

The world was forgotten there; and not the world merely, but the memory of it. Everything faded out. The soul turned inwards upon itself.

Here was the stillness of eternity.

She had dreamed that she lay beneath a spreading tree somewhere, a tree that whispered with ten thousand soft lips of green; and the dream continued for a moment even after waking.

Here, where the world is quiet;Here, where all trouble seemsDead winds' and spent waves' riotIn doubtful dreams of dreams.

Silence is a door among the doors of wisdom - indeed, silence begets and attracts love, it is the proof of all the beneficiences.

It's why he'd got off the train here: the train had pulled towards this station and there'd been something clean about the mountains, clean like swept clean. They had something about them that accepted the fact of themselves, demanded nothing. They just were.

ARAH lay on a quilt under a tree. The darkness was all around her, but through the branches she could see one bright star. It was comfortable to look at.

Silence is so steadfast, you know. It is so ample, after all.

I want this noise within me to die down.

I love that color of green, as dark as you can get. I want to be in a dark green place.

I don't want to bother anyone anymore, I try to stay still.

room of the shining sounds.

they say the herons used to hang like lamps here giving off gloom

Music Is The Wine That Fills The Cup Of Silence...

At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees and the chirp of birdsong, the way the sun gleamed on the edge of a blue wildflower, the distant bleat and clink of grazing goats.

Sleep nourishes, sure, but it also absolves, removing the demands of the daily, the duties and tasks, and the pesky need to exist.

calma de espírito que suaviza a amargura.

No monster vibration, no snake universe hallucinations. Many tiny jeweled violet flowers along the path of a living brook that looked like Blake's illustration for a canal in grassy Eden: huge Pacific watery shore, Orlovsky dancing naked like Shiva long-haired before giant green waves, titanic cliffs that Wordsworth mentioned in his own Sublime, great yellow sun veiled with mist hanging over the planet's oceanic horizon. No harm.

The only way to silence the cries is by making no sound at all