Quotes About Serenity

Here, where the world is quiet;Here, where all trouble seemsDead winds' and spent waves' riotIn doubtful dreams of dreams.

Silence is a door among the doors of wisdom - indeed, silence begets and attracts love, it is the proof of all the beneficiences.

The wiser a man is, the less talkative will he be.

It's why he'd got off the train here: the train had pulled towards this station and there'd been something clean about the mountains, clean like swept clean. They had something about them that accepted the fact of themselves, demanded nothing. They just were.

He was, she thought, as beautiful as a young god, lying on his side among the grass and flowers

Silence is so steadfast, you know. It is so ample, after all.

I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

I want this noise within me to die down.

I went to a place like another planet where I felt good without wanting something.

I love that color of green, as dark as you can get. I want to be in a dark green place.

I don't want to bother anyone anymore, I try to stay still.

room of the shining sounds.

beautiful disused route to the sea fish path with nearly no fish in

they say the herons used to hang like lamps here giving off gloom

I have learned not to worry about love; but to honor its coming with all my heart.

God keeps our hearts peaceful (sound, complete, well) when we keep our minds trust-full (steadfast upon Him).

Music Is The Wine That Fills The Cup Of Silence...

At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees and the chirp of birdsong, the way the sun gleamed on the edge of a blue wildflower, the distant bleat and clink of grazing goats.

The weather was clear and still, and the countless stars opened above them, seeming like brilliant cold fruits that Maerad could simply pick out of the sky.

The smooth beeches held up their glass-clear leaves to the sun, and the light strained through them like water through a sieve.

If only they would all just leave me alone with my books and my letters, I would be content to let life, and the world pass me by

Once she stopped to pluck a pink rhododendron flower that was just coming into bloom and took it back to the ward with her, twirling it in her hands.

calma de espírito que suaviza a amargura.

No monster vibration, no snake universe hallucinations. Many tiny jeweled violet flowers along the path of a living brook that looked like Blake's illustration for a canal in grassy Eden: huge Pacific watery shore, Orlovsky dancing naked like Shiva long-haired before giant green waves, titanic cliffs that Wordsworth mentioned in his own Sublime, great yellow sun veiled with mist hanging over the planet's oceanic horizon. No harm.