Quotes About Serenity

He walked briskly.    He was all wrapped up in his joy.    He was filled with songs, packed in his throat and pressing against his teeth. He puckered up his lips.    It was a joy of which he wanted to savour all the smell and taste the juice as long as possible, like a sheep eating grass in the evening among the hills. He went on like that, until the beautiful silence had settled within him and around him, like a meadow.

When the world is tipping beneath you and you are tumbling even when you are sitting, even when you are sleeping (especially when you are sleeping), any place is the same as any other place.

eyes shut, dread coursing through him like a reverse meditation designed to eradicate serenity

The root of all desires is the one desire: to come home, to be at peace.

Go deeply into the urge to be silent and not the mental interference of how, where and when. If you follow silence to its source you can be taken by it in a moment.

But when you live in beauty and look from beauty, everything points in different ways to your wholeness.

When you inquire in yourself, all you desire is desirelessness.

I like to live my life now with peace, patience, serenity, forgiveness, gratitude and acceptance of myself.xx Jean

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.

his dearest wish was that he could have a quiet life free from his obligations.

Peace comes from within, do not seek it without.

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

It was still very wet under the trees. A careless tug at a branch might flip cold rainbow-edged drops down your back. And the sky was gray as concrete. But they enjoyed the silence, the soft sucking ground matted with last year's needles.

She was worshiping under the blue sky, to the jubilant chanting of the birds.

Peace in the head, peace in the stomach.

Pa gen lape nan tet, si pa gen lape nan vant (there is no peace in the head if there is no peace in the stomach).

There's a moment, Lydia realizes, or no, more than a moment—a span of perhaps fifteen minutes just at twilight—when the desert is the most perfect place that exists. The temperature, the light, the colors, all hang and linger at some unflawed precipice, like the cars of a roller coaster ticking ever so slowly over the apex before the crash.

He knows stability is the key, and he wants peace.

The worst will either happen or not happen, and there's no worry that will make a difference in either direction. Don't think.

The sky was a rich cloudless blue, the air still and dry, the maple trees glowing with glorious reds and oranges and yellows, and everywhere on Gardam Street squirrels bustled about with self-importance, burying their nuts in the most unlikely places.

All was at peace while Batty picked flowers and hummed a song about kangaroos.

Not the kind of passionate, thrilling happy that can quickly turn into disappointment, but the calm happy that comes when life is steadily going along just the way it should.

Jeanne Birdsall