Quotes About Serenity

Where the deer bound, where the trout rise, where your horse stops to slather a drink from icy water while the sun is warm on the back of your neck, where every breath you draw is exhilaration — that is where the Aspens grow. . . .

that human wisdom counts less than the shimmer of beeches in a

Define a feather when condemned to the wind. Say how the shaft tapers, straining to be weightless. Describe what the vanes do on the air, how they luff and ruffle and flute, how the barbs somersault on the downward curve of their resisting ride.

real joy consists of knowing that human wisdom counts less than the shimmer of beeches in a breeze. as certain as weather coming from the west, the things people know for sure will change. there is no knowing for a fact. the only dependable things are humility and looking.

real joy consists of knowing that human wisdom counts less than the shimmer of beeches in a breeze.

When the wind stops, the stillness suspends them between two eternities, entirely in the caress of here and now.

There's a whole lot of comfort in saying nothing.

Soon his eyes close on their own accord, and he's swept back into sleep, that nightly place of plantlike deliverance.

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.

If you can see silence as the ground of all words and the birth of all words, then you will find that when you speak, your words will be more well-chosen and calm. Francis

Before you speak of peace, you must first have it in your heart. —St. Francis of Assisi13

you loved. You didn't love them any less, but it was nice not to have to lug them around. And since this was the way of things, why not let nature work in her favor?

A year ago, she'd been photographed in a green and bosky glade, facing a small silver stream that trickled down a gentle slope.

Tokyo is a very safe city. At night it becomes quiet the way New York never does.

With her braided hair and white dress, she seemed to glow in the moonlight.

I'm a cat. I respect the sanctity of sleep.

POINT TO PONDER: Blessed are the balanced.

I don't think I'd mind working on a cheese counter. It would leave my mind free to do whatever it wanted - which is nothing in particular, it's true, but I like being alone in my head, I'm used to it.

trying to restore some kind of natural balance of humors in the world.

Love of fate?' 'It means acceptance. Whatever happens to you, embrace it, the good and the bad equally. Death is just one more thing to be embraced, I suppose.

The stillest hour of the night had come, the hour before dawn, when the world seems to hold its breath. The moon hung low, and had turned from silver to copper in the sleeping sky.

She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in.

a tangle of sea smell and of weeds and damp, new-plowed earth, mingled with the heavy perfumes of white blossoms somewhere near, but the night sat lightly upon the sea and the land. there was no weight of darkness, there were no shadows. the white light of the moon had fallen upon the world like the mystery and the softness of sleep.

She reminded him of some beautiful, sleek animal waking up in the sun.