Quotes About Calm

Oddly, I am really cool under pressure.

I have this intrinsic sense that everything will be okay.

If I am angry, I am angry. If I am angry, then I have to be calm, and to be calm, I have to tell you to your face what I think about you. If we don't agree, then okay, 'Bye!' It's no problem.

This kitchen is completely calm. Some of the old-fashioned chefs - they become kings in their kitchen, they've got to be called chef. But I don't care if someone calls me chef or Heston, it really doesn't bother me.

As I've gotten older, I've really wanted to find more balance and calm.

I got to be calm, but I mean, it's the Olympics. Anybody wants to go out and do their best, so it's definitely a different kind of pressure.

I barely have time to think. But the best way to stay grounded is to take it one day at a time.

I typically take life one day at a time.

I'm very much a 'one day at a time' kind of guy.

I have always been the kind of guy who just takes it one day at a time.

I take life one day at a time.

One thing my dad's always told me about leadership is when all hell's breaking loose, everyone's looking at you to see how you're handling it. If you're frantic and out of control, they're going to be frantic and out of control. If you're calm, cool and collected and doing the right things, they'll follow you.

Nothing can contribute more to peace of soul than the lack of any opinion whatever.

One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.

Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs. One should always eat muffins quite calmly. It is the only way to eat them.

Poetry comes fine spun from a mind at peace.

My earnest hope is that the entire remainder of my existence will be one round of unruffled monotony.

I expect I shall feel better after tea.

The least thing upset him on the links. He missed short putts because of the uproar of the butterflies in the adjoining meadows.

It was one of those still evenings you get in the summer, when you can hear a snail clear its throat a mile away.

cats on hot bricks could take hints from me

You go away and have a nice cup of hot tea,' said the agent, soothingly, 'and you'll be as right as anything in the morning.

You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.

You, I remember as you were last autumn. You were the gray beret and the heart in calm. In your eyes clashed the flames of twilight. And the leaves would fall in the water of your soul.