“ Forgiveness is a transformative act because it asks you to be a more empathetic and compassionate person, thereby making you better than the person you were when you were first hurt. Kamand Kojouri
“ Why wait to forgive and let go only after you have sufficiently wallowed in your despair? Why not forgive and let go now? Kamand Kojouri
“ It's just as important to be around people that influence stable mental health as it is working towards it. Kierra C.T. Banks
“ Fall in lovewith the energyof the morningstrace your fingers along the lullof the afternoonstake the spirit of the eveningsin your armskiss it deeply and thenmake loveto the tranquilityof the nights. Sanober Khan
“ Every moment is precious and beautiful, filled with love, joy, peace, tranquility, and serenity. Debasish Mridha
“ Believe what you believe and it will be, believe what others believe and they will consume you! Stanley Victor Paskavich
“ Seek happiness in tranquility and avoid ambition even if it be only the apparently innocent one of distinguishing yourself in science and discoveries. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
“ So I went back in time and told her how I liked the smell of soil after the rain. It has a special place in my heart. It reminds me of my childhood days. Days spent in happiness and tranquility. Avijeet Das
“ APPLY WITHINYou once told meYou wanted to findYourself in the world -And I told you toFirst apply within,To discover the worldwithin you.You once told meYou wanted to saveThe world from all its wars -… Suzy Kassem
“ He smiled his shy smile at her as he went into the yard. Anne took the memory of it with her when she went to her room that night and sat for a long while at her open window, thinking of the past and… L.M. Montgomery
“ Sometimes you just have to find something to keep your body grounded, your mind flexible, and your heart open. Imania Margria
“ There is no real silence for the sensitive ears and there is no real tranquility for the sensitive hearts! Mehmet Murat ildan
“ 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 t… Richard Matheson
