Silence is not the absence of sound, but the absence of self.
Words are healers of the sick tempered.
I had been anxious and depressed for years and suddenly I was deeply at peace.
The book. Calming object. Held in the hand.
I desired to become a Christian, and prayed earnestly for the forgiveness of my sins. I felt a peace of mind resulting, and loved every one, feeling desirous that all should have their sins forgiven, and love Jesus as I did.
Nothing is more powerful than meekness. For as fire is extinguished by water, so a mind inflated by anger is subdued by meekness. By meekness we practice and make known our virtue, and also cause the indignation of our brother to cease, and deliver his mind from perturbation.
True peace of mind comes from accepting the worst. Psychologically, I think it means a release of energy.
I'm not sitting somewhere dwelling on the past. I'm not fretting or obsessing about something in the future.
There is no such thing as perpetual tranquility of mind while we live here.
Stop resisting your problems so furiously in your mind. Stop struggling to solve them. If you do that, a great sense of peace followed by a great sense of power will come to you.
Solitude is not an absence of energy or action, as some believe, but is rather a boon of wild provisions transmitted to us from the soul.
As a Christian, you can enjoy life because your conscience is clear. You can enjoy life because you are secure within God's love.
It's okay not to know everything; that would have calmed me down.
Emotions are like passing storms, and you have to remind yourself that it won't rain forever. You just have to sit down and watch it pour outside and then peek your head out when it looks dry.
My recipe for dealing with anger and frustration: set the kitchen timer for twenty minutes, cry, rant, and rave, and at the sound of the bell, simmer down and go about business as usual.
I find peace anywhere I go. It depends on what is within the walls of my own home.
But hushed be every thought that springs From out the bitterness of things.
Emily suffers no more from pain or weakness now. She will never suffer more in this world. She is gone after a hard, short conflict...Yes there is no Emily in time or on earth now. Yesterday we put her poor, wasted, mortal frame quietly under the chancel pavement. We are very calm at present. Why shoud we be otherwise? The anguish of seeing her suffer is over; the spectacle of the pains of death is gone by; the funeral day is past. We feel she is at peace. No need now to trouble for the hard frost and the keen wind. Emily does not feel them.
Store up reservoirs of calm and content and draw on them at later moments when the source isn't there, but the need is very great.
This was not my moment to be seeking romance and (as day follows night) to further complicate my already knotty life. This was my moment to look for the kind of healing and peace that can only come from solitude.
There is hardly any grief that an hour's reading will not dissipate.
Less oft peace in Shelley's mind, Than calm in waters seen.
When you just get mixed up & there's too much going on, then it's time to pick up your guitar.
The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more!
Being with him made my brain quiet. I didn't have to invent a thing.
