Quotes About Serenity

They use music as a couch; they want to be pillowed on it, relaxed and consoled for the stress of daily living. But serious music was never meant to be used as a soporific. Contemporary music, especially, is created to wake you up, not put you to sleep. It is meant to stir and excite you, to move you—it may even exhaust you.

A gentle breeze, a rustle of leaves, it's times like this life pleases with ease.

Don't worry about things you can't change.

Don't rush traffic, take your time and relax. -Aaron Jhinkoo

keep the hearth of your thoughts pure, by so doing you will bring peace and be happy

But I am so afraid of disturbing this fragile silence.

Happy are those who expect nothing; they won't be disappointed

Now come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings.

The gentle pulsing and flickering of stars and nebulae made a kind of music, a sweet easy mesh of whispered tones and sighing harmonies that held him in its force like the earth [holding] the moon.

Be modest, humble, simple. Control your anger.

Another day in paradise' was his inevitable pronouncement when he settled his head on his pillow. Now I understand what that meant: the uneventful day was a precious gift.

The uneventful day was a precious gift.

The minutes we spend watching the waves don't count against our life spans

She will pray, too, but mostly she'll try to hold on to this feeling of stillness. Whether God has spoken or has yet to speak, she's at peace.

You can confide in quiet people. They make way for one's thoughts.

Not hammer-strokes, but dance of the water, sings the pebbles into perfection. —Rabindranath Tagore

someone I could hold up to my ear and hear the ocean, something I could say my name into, and have it returned in the inky waves.

Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.

Summer is the time when one sheds one's tensions with one's clothes, and the right kind of day is jeweled balm for the battered spirit. A few of those days and you can become drunk with the belief that all's right with the world.

On increasingly warm nice days I liked to sit toward noon on the bench encircling the cherry tree and look at the bare trees, the freshly plowed fields, the green strips of winter planting, the meadows that were already sprouting, and through the fragrance which swells out of the ground with the advent of spring contemplate the mountains, gleaming with the colossal quantities of snow still on them.

Here for example the beautiful silver mirror of a river swells, a boy falls in, the water ripples sweetly around his locks, he sinks - and after a short while the silver mirror swells as before.

I have never forgotten how you looked on that Sunday, Bertha: your lips of red as you sat talking with me on the sun-drenched stones, your eyes shining in the forest.

Jennifer stood there, quietly ovulating.

There were times when he had the air of a mystic about him, as children sometimes do, as if he were staring calmly into the nature of things and had the wisdom to know there were no words for it.