Quotes About Calm

All quiet along the Potomac.

Rock an stane lay glisterin on aa the heichs abune. Cool an kind an whisperin it drifted gently doon, till hill an howe war rowed in it, an land an sea were gane. Aa was still an saft an silent in the smoky smir o rain.

Habit is the beneficent harness of routine which enables silly men to live respectfully and unhappy men to live calmly

Be still and cool in thine own mind and spirit.

Somehow this new, on-his-best-behavior version was scarier than witnessing him calmly breaking a man with his bare hands. After what we'd been through, I would've expected him to hole up somewhere dark, eating raw meat, chain-smoking, guzzling some sort of ridiculously tough drink, like whiskey or kerosene or something, and thinking grim thoughts about life and death. But no, here he was, charming and untroubled, sipping coffee.

You've had a long day. Let's put your magic away. You know what you need? A nice cup of chamomile tea and a tranquilizer . . ." I

I survived. Had I hit my head on the wall when Rutger had thrown me, I could've died today. Right now I could be dead instead of sitting here in my office, twenty feet from my home. My mom could be in the morgue, identifying me on a slab. My heart pounded in my chest. Nausea crept up, squeezing my throat. I leaned forward and concentrated on breathing. Deep, calm breaths. I just had to let myself work through it. In and out. In and out. Slowly the anxiety receded. In and out.

She's FREAKING out. I'm trying to calm her down. I may have to get wine. Or pot. Can I buy some pot? No. It's medicinal. No pot or I tell Mom.

I could do this. I just had to stay cool. Zen. No punching in the face. Punching would not be Zen.

was a granite island of calm. When the turbulent storms rocked her inner world, until she was no longer sure where reality ended and the hungry madness inside her began, she clung to that island

The spiritual aspect of valor is evidenced by composure—calm presence of mind. Tranquility is courage in repose.

Tranquillity is courage in repose.

There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm. ~ Willa Cather

After the calm comes the storm; it starts out slowly, reaches its peak, then it's over and other periods of calm, some longer, some shorter, come along. It's just been our bad luck to be born in a century full of storms, that's all. They'll die down.

In the darkness the danger seemed to grow. You could smell the suffering in the air, in the silence. Even people who were normally calm and controlled were overwhelmed by anxiety and fear. Everyone looked at their house and thought, "Tomorrow it will be in ruins, tomorrow I'll have nothing left. We haven't hurt anyone. Why?

It only seems like that, Jeanne. It all seems caused by this man or that, by one circumstance or another, but it's like in nature: after the calm comes the storm; it starts out slowly, reaches its peak, then it's over and other periods of calm, some longer, some shorter, come along. It's just been our bad luck to be born in a century full of storms, that's all. They'll die down.

le rispose cercando di calmarla. <>.

Sometimes God Calms the Storm…Sometimes He Lets the Storm Rage and Calms His Child.

The sun shone calm and bright on the grass, refreshed by the rain, on the border of pretty stones, on the sparkling yellow rocks. It was a caricature of a happy scene.

So, in a curious lurid calm which could not last and yet, it seemed, could not end, the days went by.

She had never been filled with her love like a calm brimming vessel. She had rather suffered it, as a tree might suffer a cold wind, and the image of a coldness was somehow mingled with her memories of marital love.

Only let the scene end soon and without any horrors.

where an iron bedstead was wrapped in stillness.

There had been anguish, fear, indecision, then gradually the brightness of her presence cast beforehand, obliterating all else. Then I was with her and there was strange blankness, and utter calm of delight. Suddenly, down into the furthest crannies of being all was well. It was all so strangely simple too, with a blameless simplicity as of childhood.