A state that is calm and tranquil

Usage examples of peacefulness.

To soar unwearied, fearlessly to turn The keenest pangs to peacefulness, and taste The joys which mingled sense and spirit yield.

And she, who had suffered from the cold all of her life, was suffused with that warmth and with a peacefulness that was perfection itself.

A peacefulness, complete and uncorroded by vain striving, settled on him like stardust.

To soar unwearied, fearlessly to turn The keenest pangs to peacefulness, and taste The joys which mingled sense and spirit yield.

When the news of the war fell upon the Pembina Valley, it did not greatly disturb the peacefulness of that secluded spot.

But the settled, the unruffled, the unruffleable peacefulness and trustfulness of his soul seemed to Charlton, whose life had been stormier within than without, nothing less than sublime.

There was a peacefulness to the garden that Cabe had not noticed on his prior visitation, most likely because he had been assaulted by drakes, pelted by magically flung chunks of crystal, and dropped on by Seekers.

Although she was not thirsting for dulcet sayings, the peacefulness of other than invitations to the exposition of his mysteries and of their isolation in oneness, inspired her with such calm that she beat about in her brain, as if it were in the brain, for the specific injury he had committed.

Beneath a sky of summer blue, Whose rounded cloudlets, folded soft, Gaze on the scene which we await And picture from their peacefulness.

About the whole country there was a sense of peacefulness and wellbeing, and this was strange, for this was the Desolated Land.

And the most delightful part was that at some future time, long after Albertina fancied herself secure in the peacefulness of marriage and of—family life—he would confess to her, with a superior smile, all of his sins, in retribution for the bitter and shameful things she had committed against him in a dream.

The peacefulness of their effortless floating through the air was at odds with the turmoil inside Jim.

Crisp autumn weekends, the smell of woodsmoke and burning leaves in his nostrils, the rustling peacefulness of the forest in the Virginia hills, the golds, bitter oranges, ochers in the trees and underfoot, a sweet odor emanating from the springy forest floor which his father once told him was decay.

I stretched lazily, soaking up the peacefulness of the growing things around and above us.