Quotes About Calm

That was what was missing. Every hurt he'd ever suffered, every ache he'd ever endured—it was all as gone as an expired breath. He could not feel agony. He could not feel sadness. His consciousness felt smoky, wisplike, incapable of anything but calm.

and when the tension receded there was calm, the calm that is called before the storm, but is in reality the foundation of a human life, waiting there for us between the steps of our march to our mortality, when we are compelled to pause and not act but be.

they faced it not with bravery, exactly, and not with panic either, not mostly, but instead with a resignation shot through with moments of tension, with tension ebbing and flowing, and when the tension receded there was calm, the calm that is called the calm before the storm, but is in reality the foundation of a human life, waiting there for us between the steps of our march to our mortality, when we are compelled to pause and not act but be.

and they faced it not with bravery, exactly, and not with panic either, not mostly, but instead with a resignation shot through with moments of tension, with tension ebbing and flowing, and when the tension receded there was calm, the calm that is called the calm before the storm, but is in reality the foundation of a human life, waiting there for us between the steps of our march to our mortality, when we are compelled to pause and not act but be.

the calm that is called the calm before the storm, but is in reality the foundation of a human life, waiting there for us between the steps of our march to our mortality, when we are compelled to pause and not act but be.

If the only answer is silence, sit down, regain your calm, and combat terror with reason. Once you have calmed down, start doing the right things.

All right, keep your hair on,' said the old singer, taking his off and adjusting a curl. 'Have another drink'.

utterly still—except that my fingers tightened around my dagger hilt—and make no sound. Meanwhile, footfalls pounded up a nearby staircase. "The villain!" continued the shrieker. "She broke in 'ere! My 'ot'ouse!" "Flora, calm yourself." Pertelote's weary voice. "She's long gone." Would that it were so.

We leave tonight, he continued, very cold and calm, and we take the eggs with us.

Surely it's not too much to ask a little patience

Those immune cells then make us feel awful. They create inflammation that triggers a scratchy feeling in the throat and leads to the production of a lot of mucus around the site of the infection. In order to recover from a cold, we have to wait not only for the immune system to wipe out the virus but also to calm itself down.

I said to don Juan that it was not generosity that made me give away the packages but cold fury. I had to do something to calm myself, and that was the first thing that occurred to me. But that's exactly what I've been telling you. Your generosity is not genuine, he retorted and began to laugh at my dismay.

A warrior considers himself already dead, so there is nothing to lose. The worst has already happened to him, therefore he's clear and calm; judging him by his acts or by his words, one would never suspect that he has witnessed everything.

I've learnt that solitude is sometimes a path that leads to peace

Finally, in a slow, deliberate manner, and with a calm and authoritarian composure of a preacher who knows the meekness of his flock, he drew the microphone to his lips and began his homily.

He pressed the icy glass against his cheek, literally trying to chill out.

the lines of communication open between us. Calm comes with peace, and peace comes with admitting when we can't do anything about the situation and letting it play out however it will.

The quiet room was too peaceful and comfortable to worry in.

I am perfectly calm. I am just outspoken.

I often marveled that the interior peace of the woman was reflected so faithfully in her surroundings. Even the selection and arrangements of her possessions gave an aura of uncluttered calm. In addition, there was a directness in her approach to all of life--including housekeeping--that never failed to fascinate me. Miss Alice was a person to whom color, symmetry of line and contrast of texture were important.

The secret of her calm seemed to be that she was not trying to prove anything. She was—that was all. And her stance toward life seemed to say: God is—and that is enough.

There are certain kinds of silence that make you walk on air.

I generally don't become overexcited about things anyway, I'm just not one of those people. I'm not easily surprised by things either. I think it's because I expect that anything can happen

Sometimes I have to remind myself to breathe. You would think it would be an innate human instinct but no, i inhale and forget to exhale and so I find my body rigid, all tensed up, heart pounding , chest tight with an anxious head wondering what's wrong.