Tom Robbins Quotes

All is well, all is well. Though everything is a mess, all is well.

I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

In the madness, you have to find calm.

The final wisdom of life requires not the annulment of incongruity but the achievement of serenity within and above it.

Movement is tranquility.

I used to find that I could get mental serenity surrounded by chaos.

The outer storm ceases the moment the inner storm ends, for they are the same storm.

But even so, amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy.

Serenity of spirit and turbulence of action should make up the sum of a man's life.

Its all about finding the calm in the chaos.

My other life keeps me calm and grounded and normal.

Peace, truthfully, is how you feel inside.

You can be still and still moving. Content even in your discontent.

I go back and forth between wanting to be abundantly simple and maddeningly complex.

I wouldn't know how to handle serenity if somebody handed it to me on a plate.

One is and is not in the centre of the maelstrom of it all.

My idea of serenity - that wonderful word that everybody's trying to get into their life - is call-waiting.

I take it that what all men are really after is some form or perhaps only some formula of peace.

When everything is moving and shifting, the only way to counteract chaos is stillness. When things feel extraordinary, strive for ordinary. When the surface is wavy, dive deeper for quieter waters.

In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.

You can find peace amidst the storms that threaten you.

Life itself is controversy.

Our philosophy always teaches us that you can have intense activity, but inside, you have to have peace. The office has to reflect that.

It is not proper to project our feelings onto things or to attribute our own sensations and passions to them. Can it also be improper to see in them a guide, a way of life? To learn the art of remaining motionless amid the agitation of the whirlwind, to learn to remain still and to be as transparent as this fixed light amid the frantic branches this may be a program for life.

I think it's probably a good thing to be considered stable, but with a capacity for madness.