tranquility

I__ in no hurry. What for?The sun and moon aren__ in a hurry: they__e right.Hurrying is believing people can get past their legs,Or that, jumping, they can land past their shadow.No; I don__ know how to hurry.

Let the water flow beneath the bridge; let men be men, that is to say, weak, vain, inconstant, unjust, false, and presumptuous; let the world be the world still; you cannot prevent it. Let every one follow his own inclination and habits; you cannot recast them, and the best course is, to let them be as they are and bear with them. Do not think it strange when you witness unreasonableness and injustice; rest in peace in the bosom of God; He sees it all more clearly than you do, and yet permits it. Be content to do quietly and gently what it becomes you to do, and let everything else be to you as though it were not.

Then she lay on her back and gazed at the cloudless sky. Mr. Beebe, whose opinion of her rose daily, whispered to his niece that that was the proper way to behave if any little thing went wrong.

We cradle in our nucleus emotional ingots gathered through studied immersion of the incongruities of life. In an elusive quest to disinter meaning out of life, we must cull joy from our daily rituals while conscientiously striving to nourish the nucleus of our buried innate essence. By discovering inner peace blossoming amongst the rubble of daily life, while determinedly searching out the cytoplasm our innate essence, a person__ reveals their inspirational tranquility.

The Tejo runs down from SpainAnd the Tejo goes into the sea in Portugal.Everybody knows that.But not many people know the river of my villageAnd where it comes fromAnd where it__ going.And so, because it belongs to less people,The river of my village is freer and greater.

I love the vastness of the ocean. I love its serenity, tranquility, humility, and purifying power.

It occurred to me that no words by the tongue of man can express the simplicities of a quiet land, so I returned to the river.

The silence of a mountain has the tranquility and serenity of peace.

Silent is an anagram of listen.

Music is a complete evocation _ like a smell. It can bring an entire memory and feeling back to you in a rush. Much more complete than even a photograph. You allow yourself a certain visual distance with photos _ not music. It envelopes you _ there__ no way to escape it. It__ a great test of sensitivity _ the degree of reaction to music. I use it all the time. I call it my __usic Test._ People today don__ want to hear the truth. They__e really afraid of tranquility and silence _ they__e afraid they might begin to understand their own motivations too well. They keep a steady stream of noise going to protect themselves, to build a wall against the truth. Like African natives, beating on their drums, rattling their gourds, shaking the bells to scare off evil spirits. As long as there__ enough noise, there__ nothing to fear _ or hear. But they will listen. Times are changing.

Lightly, lightly, very lightly,A wind passes very lightlyAnd goes away, always very lightly.And I don__ know what I thinkAnd I don__ want to know.

Life can be frustrating sometimes. Take a nap, exercise, meditate or do whatever it takes to 'reboot' your thinking. Happiness is just a thought away!

She felt all right. Her heart was like a drum hanging from piano wire in her chest, slowly, slowly beaten. Her hands and feet were numb, not with cold but with a sultry torpor. Thoughts moved with a tranquil lethargy, her brain a leisurely machine imbedded in swaths of woolly packing.She felt all right.

Ignorance might be bliss. But self-forgetfulness is pure ecstasy.

The positive vibrations of unregulated joy, peace, happiness and tranquility is freedom.