Quotes About Serenity

The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels.

and the Anne Shirley of other days saw her coming, as they sat on the big veranda at Ingleside, enjoying the charm of the cat's light, the sweetness of sleepy robins whistling among the twilit maples, and the dance of a gusty group of daffodils blowing against the old, mellow, red brick wall of the lawn. Anne was sitting on the steps, her hands clasped over her knee, looking, in the kind

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I think, if ever any great sorrow came to me, I would come to the pines for comfort," said Anne dreamily.

I have an ideal Sunday in my mind. Only, I am such a coward that I cannot translate it into the real, but must drift on with the current of conventionality. But I would like to go away on Sunday morning to the heart of some great solemn wood and sit down among the ferns with only the companionship of the trees and the wood-winds echoing through the dim, moss-hung aisles like the strains of some vast cathedral anthem. And I would stay there for hours alone with nature and my own soul.

But finally the day began to realize that she was growing old. Then a sort of pensiveness fell over her which dimmed yet intensified it; sharp angles, glittering points, melted away into curves and enticing gleams. The white harbour put on soft grays and pinks; the far-away hills turned amethyst.

it's the homiest spot I ever saw-it's homier than home avowed Philippa Gorden, looking about her with delighted eyes.

Isn't that a view worth looking at? Nice and far from the marketplace, ain't it? No buying and selling and getting gain. You don't have to pay anything- all that sea and sky free- 'without money and without price.

She lifted her head and stepped lightly along, her eyes fixed on the sunset sky and an air of subdued exhilaration about her.

God's in His heaven, alls right with the world.

A plate of apples, an open fire, and a jolly good book are a fair substitute for heaven.

Lamar Underwood

A sleeping man would miss the best of the evening, and the moonrise as well.

It was a quiet day in Tombstone.

Crowded up in a room, it was difficult for her to keep herself—on the grass, with the sky far above, it was easy.

Try to be mindful, and let things take their natural course. Then your mind will become still in any surroundings, like a clear forest pool. All kinds of wonderful, rare animals will come to drink at the pool, and you will clearly see the nature of all things. You will see many strange and wonderful things come and go, but you will be still. This is the happiness of the Buddha. —Ajahn Chah

Out of town I could simply be , I could feel my self , firm and calm and unmalleable as I could not when I was in school or in any of the usual human communities that seemed to weaken or scatter me. I could sit for an hour in the rocks above the Knife River, asking for no more discourse than that water's monotonous gabble. I was an inward child, it was true, but beyond that, I felt a contentment outside human society that I couldn't feel within it.

But being absent and being peaceful are two different things. They can look alike, but they are really the opposite.

A load lifted as the day stretches out before him, empty and relaxed.

Un instante de paz donde todo se comprendía, donde todo tenía sentido, aunque no pudiera explicarse con palabras, pues no había lenguaje que lo pueda nombrar.

He called back, softly, "Come out here, Caroline, and look at the moon.

She liked the enormous sky and the winds, and the land that you couldn't see to the end of. Everything was so free and big and splendid.

It seemed as natural as two blades of grass brushing each other in the wind.

the sun was already stretching golden fingers across the grass, the blades sparkled green, like a welcome mat sprinkled with diamonds.