Quotes about Tranquility

Listen to the trees talking in their sleep," she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. "What nice dreams they must have!

If one could only feel always like this, Pat had said once to Judy. All the little worries swallowed up...all the petty spites and fears and disappointments forgotten...just love and peace and beauty. Oh, oh, but what wud there be lift for heaven, girl dear? asked Judy.

If I really wanted to pray I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep, woods, and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just FEEL a prayer.

Below the garden a green field lush with clover sloped down to the hollow where the brook ran and where scores of white birches grew, upspringing airily out of an undergrowth suggestive of delightful possibilities in ferns and mosses and woodsy things generally. Beyond it was a hill, green and feathery with spruce and fir; there was a gap in it where the gray gable end of the little house she had seen from the other side of the Lake of Shining Waters was visible.

EÄŸer gerçekten dua etmek isteseydim ne yapaca??m? size söyleyeyim. Kocaman, ?ss?z bir tarlaya veya orman?n derinliklerine gider, ba??m? kald?r?p sonu yokmuÅŸ gibi görünen o muhteÅŸem mavilikteki gökyüzünün taa içine bakard?m. O zaman duay? gerçekten hissederdim.

That good night in the garden was for all time.

I think, if ever any great sorrow came to me, I would come to the pines for comfort," said Anne dreamily.

She lifted her head and stepped lightly along, her eyes fixed on the sunset sky and an air of subdued exhilaration about her.

Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.

We need long train journeys on which we have no wireless signal.

Death is nothing to us, since when we are, death has not come, and when death has come, we are not.

He was completely integrated now and he took a good long look at everything. Then he looked up at the sky. There were big white clouds in it. He touched the palm of his hand against the pine needles where he lay and he touched the bark of the pine trunk that he lay behind.