Quotes About Calm

He was calm, watchful, a little dangerous. Like he was locked and loaded and ready for anything.

Where she was a storm in her own right, always a swirling mass of tangled, wild emotions, he was the calm eye of any storm that came his way.

It isn't a club, I said calmly. It's a walking stick. Six feet long. It's traditional Ozark folk art. With dents and nicks all over it. I thought about it for a second. I'm insecure? Get a blanket. He held out his hand. I signed and passed my staff over to him. Do I get a receipt? He took a notepad from his pocket and wrote on it. Then he passed it over to me. It read: Received, one six foot tall traditional Ozark walking club from Mr. Smart-Ass.

I mean it, I said. You're in danger. Relax, Harry. I'm not letting anyone lick me, and I'm not looking anyone in the eyes. It's kind of like visiting New York.

the worst madmen don't seem odd at all," Grimm said. "They appear to be quite calm and rational, in fact. Until the screaming starts.

I did absolutely nothing. Carefully.

Wow," Bob said, in a perfectly calm, matter-of-fact, conversational tone. "That is incredibly unfair.

The campus police officer folded his hands and stared at me from across the table. "Coffee?" "What flavor is it?" I asked. He was in his forties, a big, solid man with bags under his calm, wary eyes, and his name tag read dean. "It's coffee-flavored coffee." "No mocha?" "Fuck mocha." "Thank God," I said. "Black.

You need some time in a quiet place, boss. Unkink your brain's do. Mellow your vibe." "Thank you, Doctor Fraud

Don't borrow trouble.

Driving out of the woods I felt a new and curious calm but doubted that it would last: I had changed my life so often that I finally decided there'd never been anything to change—I could make all the moves I wished to on the surface as if I were playing Chinese checkers but these moves were suspended on a thin layer that failed to stir anything below.

Breathe in, breathe out, move on

Not just the absence of sound, but positive, warm, burnished silence.

I wanted to get the tears out of the way so I could act sensibly.

In New Orleans they have mastered the art of the motionless. In

only upset mentally but are all unbalanced physically. No matter how calm and controlled they seemingly may be, no one can under such circumstances be normal. Their disturbed circulation makes them cold, their distress makes them unstrung, sleepless. Persons they normally like, they often turn from.

A somnolence so dense it seemed to inhibit breathing…

No, but it's almost as bad as that. I need to calm down, Hannah. Do you have any chocolate?" "You've come to the house of endorphins, the source of the Dark Chocolate River, the heart of the Milk Chocolate Valley, and the foothills of the White Chocolate Mountains.

Garden work clears the mind.

Anxiety's like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you very far.

No, he said calmly, filled with purpose. he took her arms lightly in his hands and shook her. I am not giving you up. Emily looked at him, and for just a moment he could read her thoughts. Melanie use to say they were like twins, with their own secret, silent language. in that instant, Chris felt her fear and her resignation, and the knotty pain of coming up against a brick wall again and again. She glanced away, and he could breathe again. The thing is, Chris Emily said, it's not your choice.

Make time to be still.

Find Your Balance.

Love of bustle is not industry.