Quotes About Serenity

To just let go, and not pick everything to death. To just let go and enjoy what you had. To just let go and not make everybody around you miserable with your own internal dialogue. To just let go and be happy. So simple. So difficult. So terrifying.

Screaming was for when you didn't have anything better to do.

It was like being home, the way home is supposed to be but never really is. Peaceful, content, exactly what you need, and everything you ever wanted. It was a moment of perfect peace. Perfect happiness, as if this feeling could go on forever.

It was the way I'd felt a few times in the forest or in the mountains—those moments when you just suddenly feel how alive everything around you is, and you can almost breathe in the energy of every humming insect, flying bird, windblown tree

I'm in a pocket of glowing light, protected from complicated relationships and huge mistakes, past and future.

Right now everything is exactly as it should be.

The one good thing about being kind of shy is that nobody bugs you when you want to be left alone.

I won't take a real nap. I have this halfway place, a rest stop on the road to sleep, where I can stay for hours. I don't even need to close my eyes, just stay safe under the covers and breathe.

The night sky stretched on forever above me, the stars flung like glass beads and pearls on a black velvet cloak.

My bed is sending out serious nap rays.

I have this halfway place, a rest stop on the road to sleep, where I can stay for hours. I don't even need to close my eyes, just stay safe under the covers and breathe.

Usually when I enter a bookstore, I feel immediately calm. Bookstores are, for me, what churches are for other people. My breath gets slower and deeper as I peruse the shelves. I believe that books contain messages I am meant to receive. I'm not normally superstitious, but I've even had books fall from shelves and land at my feet. Books are my missives from the universe.

Usually when I enter a bookstore, I feel immediately calm. Bookstores are, for me, what churches are for other people. My breath gets slower and deeper as I peruse the shelves. I believe that books contain messages I am meant to receive. I'm not normally superstitious, but I've even had books fall from shelves and land at my feet. Books are my missives from the universe.

Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things

So with the family gone, Mother lived as she wished ... Slowly, snugly, she grew into her background, warm on her grassy bank, poking and peering among the flowery bushes, dishevelled and bright as they. Serenely unkempt were those final years, free from conflict, doubt or dismay, while she reverted gently to a rustic simplicity as a moss-rose reverts to a wild one.

The house was still, weighty with the comfort of a thousand books.

Om mane padme om

Let us go to bed together and ignore the loutish reality of the world.

Good and bad, happy and sad, all thoughts vanish into emptiness like the imprint of a bird in the sky.

I love Evensong. There's something sad and essentially English about it.

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind.

Her court was pure, her life serene; God gave her peace; her land reposed; A thousand claims to reverence closed.

No matter how sad we might be, the universe is still planning our happiness.

For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.