“There's a balance. Time and place for everything.”
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Calm Quotes — page 68 of 276
“Balance is the perfect state of still water. Let that be our model. It remains quiet within and is not disturbed on the surface.”
“Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath.”
“What would it be like to let go of wanting things to be other than they are?”
“A lot of jobs don't allow you to be who you are. There is dignity in work only when it is work freely accepted.”
“But the quiet grows and grows. Beautifully and unbearably.”
“Sleep is the most blessed and blessing of all natural graces.”
“All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things.”
“Fullness is always quiet; agitation will answer for empty vessels only.”
“There is virtue in country houses, in gardens and orchards, in fields, streams and groves, in rustic recreations and plain manners, that neither cities nor universities enjoy.”
“Limit or eliminate late-night computer and television viewing. A computer or TV screen may seem much dimmer than a light bulb, but these screens often fill your field of vision, mimicking the effects of a room filled with light.”
“Life can be dangerous; just let it be! When we shake off what we perceive as boundaries, that is where the bliss really is.”
“The thing to do is to keep your mind when the world around you is losing theirs.”
“When life tends to get too complex, too fast, too cluttered, too deadline oriented, or too type A for you, stop and remember your own spirit. You're headed for inspiration, a simple, peaceful place where you're in harmony with the perfect timing of all creation.”
“There is certain relief in change, even though it be from bad to worse! As I have often found in traveling in a stagecoach, that it is often a comfort to shift one's position, and be bruised in a new place.”
“If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!”
“A brotherhood of venerable trees.”
“The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing, You hear it now, if e'er you can.”
“Shh,” I say. “Arms around me.” Obediently, he slips both arms around my waist. I smile at the wall. I am not enjoying this. I am not, not even a little bit, no.”
“The silence of a flower: a kind of silence which we continually evade, of which we find only the shadow in dreams.”