Quotes About Serenity

un cierto grado de desapego inteligente puede ser un valioso instrumento de paz en esta vida.

After all, he says, "beauty attracts beauty.

The unnecessary and superfluous volume of pure beauty around here is not to be believed. I can pick papayas and bananas right off the trees outside my bedroom window. There's a cat who lives here who is enormously affectionate to me for half an hour everyday before I feed him, then moans crazily the rest of the time likes he's having Vietnam war flashbacks. Oddly, I don't mind this. I don't mind anything these days. I can't imagine or remember discontent.

Zen masters always say that you cannot see your reflection in running water, only in still water.

Sit quietly for now and cease your relentless participation. Watch what happens. The birds do not crash dead out of the sky in mid-flight, after all. The trees do not wither and die, the rivers do not run red with blood. Life continues to go on.

So what can we do about the craziness of the world?" "Nothing." Ketut laughed, but with a dose of kindness. "This is nature of world. This is destiny. Worry about your craziness only—make you in peace.

both pleasure and devotion require a stress-free space in which to flourish...

This is nature of world. This is destiny. Worry about your craziness only—make you in peace.

But how should we find peace within ourselves?" I asked Ketut. "Meditation," he said. "Purpose of meditation is only happiness and peace—very easy. Today

Watch the heat of day pass into the cool night. Let go.

I would like never to travel again. I would like to spend the rest of my days in a place so silent—and working at a pace so slow—that I would be able to hear myself living.

Everything- for no reason whatsoever- is perfect.

the Zen masters always say that you cannot see your reflection in running water, only in still water.

utopia, a place that has known only peace and harmony and balance

Do I have the right to experience pleasure and peace? If so, what would bring me pleasure and peace?

I felt sure…that these creatures were never threatened by the grimness of history, either.

I preferred solitude anyway; it was the medium in which I had been raised, in which I swam comfortably.

Create a cozy resting place with a blanket and pillow. Dim the lights or turn them off, and unplug any phones or devices that could disturb the peace. Turn on soft music or white noise. Sprinkle lavender scents and then bring your child to this restful room. Get your child settled and give him a massage or read a book, sing, or tell a story.

Bucolic peace is not my ambience

moon dipped low over the dark outlines of the mountains, and the sable sky blazed with stars. There

I want to clean myself like the window of a house, make myself clear for things to pass through. Flat and quiet.

He read it over twenty times and though the darkness that sang on held steady about him, the unhurried words fell bright through his mind, going down golden through deep water, and when one passed another came, ceaselessly, shining.

She would go off in the morning with the punt full of books, and spend long glorious days away in the forest lying on the green springy carpet of whortleberries, reading. She would most diligently work at furnishing her empty mind. She would sternly endeavour to train it not to jump.

Here was the world wide-awake and yet only for me, all the fresh pure air only for me, all the fragrance breathed only by me, not a living soul hearing the nightingale but me, the sun in a few moments coming up to warm only me.