Quotes About Serenity

A house isn't a home without the ineffable contentment of a cat with its tail folded about its feet. A cat gives mystery, charm, suggestion.

One can always find something lovely to look at or listen to,' said Anne.

Moonlight and the murmur of pines blended together so that one could hardly tell which was light and which was sound.

Have you ever noticed how many silences there are Gilbert? The silence of the woods....of the shore....of the meadows....of the night....of the summer afternoon. All different because the undertones that thread them are different.

Nobody can keep on being angry if she looks into the heart of a pansy for a little while.

After Davy had gone to bed Anne wandered down to Victoria Island and sat there alone, curtained with fine-spun, moonlit gloom, while the water laughed around her in a duet of brook and wind.

The day had begun sombrely in grey cloud and mist, but had ended in a pomp of scarlet and gold. Over the western hills beyond the harbour were amber deeps and crystalline shadows, with the fire of sunset below. The north was a mackerel sky of little, fiery golden clouds. The red light flamed on the white sails of a vessel gliding down the channel, bound to a Southern port in a land of palms. Beyond her, it smote upon and incarnadined the shining, white, grassless faces of the sand-dunes.

The stars twinkled through the fir-trees and right and left the harbour range-lights shone like great earth stars. Presently a moon rose and there was a sparkling trail over the harbour like a lady's silken dress.

Charlotte had never forgotten it - she was always looking for it. An old house facing seaward, ships going up and down. Spruce woods and musty hills, cold salt air from the water, rest, quiet, silence.

It is a pity to gather wood-flowers. They lose half their witchery away from the green and the flicker. The way to enjoy wood-flowers is to track them down to their remote haunts—gloat over them—and then leave them with backward glances, taking with us only the beguiling memory of their grace and fragrance.

Listen to the trees talking in their sleep," she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. "What nice dreams they must have!

And you know one can dream so much better in a room where there are pretty things.

God is in His heaven. All is right in the world.

How quiet the woods are today... not a murmur except that soft wind putting in the treetops! It sounds like surf on a faraway shore. How dear the woods are! You beautiful trees! I love every one of you as a friend!

It's dusk, dearest. (In passing, isn't 'dusk' a lovely word? I like it better than twilight. It sounds so velvety and shadowy and—and—dusky.) In daylight I belong to the world; in the night to sleep and eternity. But in the dusk I'm free from both and belong only to myself—and you. — L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars (Oxford City Press, 2012)(via luthienne)

If one could only feel always like this, Pat had said once to Judy. All the little worries swallowed up...all the petty spites and fears and disappointments forgotten...just love and peace and beauty. Oh, oh, but what wud there be lift for heaven, girl dear? asked Judy.

Trees aren't much company, though dear knows if they were there'd be enough of them.

A rosy sunset that flooded the long, sandy sea-coast with colour and brought red road and fir-darkened hill out in fleeting clearness of outline.

She was beginning to be a little glad again in sunset and bird song and early white stars, in moonlit nights and singing winds. She knew life was going to be wonderful.

A country Sabbath is suggestive of rest and peace and quiet--sleepy blue skies, shadows golden and green, sunny fields, and the pink and snow of apple blossoms. June is at her height of radiant loveliness now. What a pity it is such a short time. I am here in my old room--my little absolute kingdom. Here I read, write and dream. My favourite pictures adorn the walls, my well read books are on their shelves and my clock ticks me cheerful company.

Anlayaca??n?z, gün bat?m?nda zaman buradakinden çok daha uzun.

Hiçbir zaman gerçekten görülmemiÅŸ, yaln?zca bak?l?rsa görülebilecek bir sürü güzel, kuytu yer olduÄŸuna inan?yorum. Rüzgarla, gökyüzüyle, güneÅŸle arkadaÅŸ olacak ve bahar? kalplerimizde evimize getireceÄŸiz.

EÄŸer gerçekten dua etmek isteseydim ne yapaca??m? size söyleyeyim. Kocaman, ?ss?z bir tarlaya veya orman?n derinliklerine gider, ba??m? kald?r?p sonu yokmuÅŸ gibi görünen o muhteÅŸem mavilikteki gökyüzünün taa içine bakard?m. O zaman duay? gerçekten hissederdim.

That good night in the garden was for all time.