Bhagavad Gita Quotes for Feeling Peaceful

Om is the quiet that holds all sounds.

Let your calm become someone else's comfort.

The wise hold the living and the lost with the same calm.

A free heart neither chases nor pushes away.

A moonlit night is a small lesson in grace.

Serene in the Self, one neither grieves nor craves.

Bow to the moon at night; she has watched over many.

Brightness of mind is felt in the senses.

Nothing outside can disturb a mind that rests in itself.

Peace is the same place whichever door you used.

Peace within becomes kindness without.

When you need nothing, you can love everything.

Rest in the presence that fills everything and is lost in nothing.

Steady wisdom is the quiet doorway into boundless peace.

The witness is never entangled.

Joy that comes from a clear mind needs no outside supplier.

Delight in the Self is a quiet kind of wealth.

End the chapter by returning to the one who watches.

A person at rest within is a quiet kind of sun.

One who understands the whole teaching carries a quiet confidence.

Calm is the mark of one not ruled by liking.

Those fulfilled within have nothing to prove.

A rooted mind has no doubt about where it belongs.

Equal regard for all is the fruit of a quiet heart.

Freedom from opposites is a calm that needs no company.

A calm heart does not ask life to be different.

Rest in what has no birthday.

Humble hands hold the most peace.

A satisfied soul is not driven.

A heart at home needs no audience.

Quiet senses, open heart.

Find your joy inside, your rest inside, your light inside.

The light of lights sits quietly in every heart.

Space holds everything and is stained by nothing.

The child, the youth and the elder are one person.

It is never born and never dies; it simply is.

The wise are calm in motion and alert in rest.

Everything arises from one source and returns to it.

Every sound has silence at its heart.

Many names, one listening heart.

The heart is where the infinite sits quietly.

The peak of practice is a mind that wants nothing from the day.

When the mind finally rests, you meet yourself.

Absorbed in the beloved, the mind finds its rest.

The states come and go; the witness remains.

Pervading everything, the sacred is nearer than your breath.

To see the glory behind everything is to be steady.

Let wonder find words, and let words find silence.

Awareness is the quiet root of every living thing.

Of all sounds, the simplest is the most sacred.

Silence is the keeper of the deepest secrets.

Folded hands are the quietest language of reverence.

In every field, the same quiet knower is present.

Devotion grows in quiet.

The world is wrapped in a single presence.

The finest presence is felt, not caught.

Awareness is as clean as space.

Silence is a practice, not an absence.

Bodies are finite; the one who wears them is not.

Life is a visible chapter between two unseen ones.

The wise move through the day as witnesses.

Even-mindedness is a quiet victory.

When intentions fall silent, the mind is a clear pond.

A peaceful mind is the same in comfort and in hardship.

Knowledge of the eternal is a quiet liberation.

Let silence and sound meet in a single holy syllable.

The whole universe rests on a single quiet support.

There are moments when words give way to vision.

The space between everything is full of presence.

Let your response to the vast be a gentle 'may all be well'.

A rare vision is best held quietly.

Mind in love, intellect in light.

Beyond being and non-being lies a quiet ground.

When understanding shines through every sense, clarity is present.

Clear seeing and clear hearing are signs of a settled mind.

Freedom from preferences is a quiet joy.

Where bliss and order meet, you find peace.

Victory over attachment is the quietest victory.

Gratitude for light is a quiet form of prayer.

Mindfulness turns meals into moments of respect.

Age changes the body, not the one who lives in it.

Unburnt, undrowned, unmoved: that is your deepest nature.

One destination, many roads.

A mind settled in equality has already crossed the sea.

A heart that rests in the divine is the most united of all.

All is the divine: the thought that ends the search.

The eternal is the quiet backdrop of every scene.

The undeluded mind rests in the beginningless.

The day and the night are the open and closed eyes of the world.

Meditation lets knowledge settle into the heart.

Know the beyond and you are at home in the within.

Eat with thanks; the fire within is already at work.

Fix your mind, offer your love, bow your head: the path is simple.

Those we love are not erased by time; they belong to a continuing whole.

The self is the thread; childhood and old age are beads.

Inner calm is a grace that settles on a disciplined mind.

Peace is a fullness that nothing needs to add to.

The body is a city with nine gates; you are its calm resident.

Rest in evenness, and rest in the highest.

Inner delight is the surest peace.

Liberation feels like being at home in yourself.

A purified heart touches the infinite without strain.

Moonlight and sunlight carry the same quiet gift.

Hear the sacred syllable in the quiet between thoughts.

Presence is everywhere without being crowded.

Om is the sound of the sacred supporting everything.

The powers of the knower are quiet and constant.

When the whole sea is before you, one well is no longer needed.

Nourishment arrives quietly, like moonlight on a field.

Serenity, self-control, and purity: the quiet virtues of a steady life.

Rest your heart in what cannot fade.

When the body ends, the self is not ended with it.

When the mind runs out of words, the heart may begin to know.

A wave appears, rises, and returns to the sea; none of that is a mistake.

Rituals warm the heart when offered without asking for returns.

Knowledge fulfilled becomes simplicity.

When pleasure and pain both loosen their hold, what remains is you.

Grace arrives quietly; make room for it.

Many streams, one sea.

Seeing the play of senses calmly is a form of freedom.

The end of practice is a quiet that needs nothing.

The infinite lies coiled in even the smallest hush of nature.

Real contentment is awake.

White horses, a steady hand: a picture of trust.

Steady, ancient, everywhere: the self is its own foundation.

The same eternal presence looks out of every pair of eyes.

Come to the Divine with the whole heart, and doubt grows quiet.

Your years are guests; your true self is the home.

Clarity, calm and contentment form a steady ground.

True knowing makes many secondary things fall quiet.

Devotion without delusion is steady as a flame in still air.

Peace at both poles is the mark of a ripe mind.

Even the unseen is part of the whole.

Both paths end in the same peace.

Even the silence of night nurtures what grows.