“A woman ... all beautiful and accomplished will, while her hand and heart are undisposed of, turn the heads and set the circle in which she moves on fire. Let her marry, and what is the consequence? The madness ceases and all is quiet again. Why? Not because there is any diminution in the charms of the lady, but because there is an end of hope.” HeartEndsHandsBeautifulMovingTurnsMarriageFireQuietConsequenceMadnessCirclesCeaseCharmAccomplishedWhy Not Book:Letters and Addresses, Source: Letters and Addresses,
“Eliminate mental muddiness and obscurity; keep your mind crystal clear. Allow your pure original insight to emerge. Quiet your emotions and abide in serenity. Don't go crazy with the worship of idols, images, and ideas; this is like putting a new head on top of the head you already have. Remember: if you can cease all restless activity, your integral nature will appear.” IfsMindIdeasRememberNatureEmotionClearCrazyPureActivityQuietWorshipOriginalsInsightCeaseIdolsSerenityRestlessCrystalsObscurity Author:Laozi
“Stay quiet and the noisy surface dialogues will cease. Then the substratum will rise up to the top. It is simple. Follow this.” SimpleQuietSurfaceCeaseDialogueNoisy Book:The Truth Is Source: The Truth Is
“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.” SongTreeMinutesQuietWorshipEarsTragedySilentExcitedStormCeaseForestsEnthusiasmGloriousBranchesWildernessCathedralsRoaringPlant A TreeTree Of LifeIncenseForests And TreesInspirational TreeTree BranchesOlive Trees Book:My First Summer in the Sierra: Illustrated Edition Source: My First Summer in the Sierra: Illustrated Edition
“Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a muse' d rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!” Has BeensArtSoulSeemsPainTimeDiesNamesHalfRichAirQuietBreathsCeaseEcstasyMuseRhymeMidnightPouringNo Pain Author:John Keats