Quotes About Serenity

Vielleicht bestand wahres Glück darin, nicht mehr um das Glück kämpfen zu müssen.

It was almost as if he enjoyed the fact that the more agitated his opponent was, the more serene he became. Belagren's thoughts about Antonov in The Lion of Senet

We went to a small lake, Bass Lake. It was beautiful. It was perfectly still when we got there in the morning. The fog was lifting off the water. It was just magical. And we did catch some fish, 13 fish.

Malibu: With sounds of waves crashing, and the ocean at the doorstep, you feel like you are hours away from civilization. And with L.A. traffic, YOU ARE.

There is a bright full moon, and boats in the harbor are lit up and dancing in the inky water.

No expectations, no disappointments. [Michael Townsend]

The truth was, she liked the sparse look of bare countertops and shelves; the empty white walls felt like a clean slate.

For a minute, I can feel it: the sense of peace as my mind goes quiet, like I'm already dead. I am weightless and free. Nothing and no one to fear, not even myself.

I can feel the worries fading away. I'm relaxed and happy—happier than I've been in a while. I am in the moment. I am here.

A lake. A prayer. It's so lovely to be lovely in Private.

I just sat there letting that music cover me like a big, cozy blanket.

It's so lovely to be lovely in Private.

There's a lot of merit in silence.

True power is expressed in quiet confidence; it was the sea's very calmness that epitomised its mighty force.

Le soleil mentait, quand il se couchait si doux et si calme, au milieu de la grande sérénité du soir.

se reposant de tout un après-midi de flânerie.

Il n'y a pas, dans la campagne de Plassans, un endroit plus ému, plus vibrant de tiédeur, de solitude et d'amour. C'est là où il est exquis d'aimer.

Time brought resignation and a melancholy sweeter than common joy.

I'm now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear. It was a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage, which drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf.

I could see every pebble on the path, and every blade of grass, by that splendid moon.

Cum a putut crede cineva vreodat? c? cei ce odihnesc în pacea p?mântului ar putea avea un somn tulburat?

Me pregunte, asombrado, como habia quien pudiera atribuir un descanso atormentaddo a los que duermen en la serenidad de aquella tierra tan tranquila

Deixe-me a sós, que preciso pensar; enquanto penso, não sofro...