Quotes About Serenity

Don't want to do a thing, Ran, do we, from now and on till evermore.

only the truly detached can understand what is meant by "detachment"

It was like, oh, we've found the still, dead center of things. This is the quiet middle place where nothing can be done.

He hangs in shades the orange bright,Like golden lamps in a green night.

The inglorious arts of peace.

To wander solitary there: Two paradises 'twere in one To live in paradise alone.

Take a holiday?' 'Find a reason to spend time on your own; only you won't be on your own. There must be one place you'd like to go. It doesn't have to be far away. There's a lot of static around you here. You need a chance to pause, take some deep breaths, so you can think better about the things you're doing and the things you want.' 'Maybe,

Cast Upon The Waters -

Your goal is a world without monsters, a world which is peaceful and safe. A world where witchers are unnecessary. A paradox, isn't it?' 'True.

Lentement, en silence, au milieu du parfum de la menthe, de la sauge et des orties, ils descendirent vers la rivière Soupir. En suivant l'escalier. Le long d'un ruisseau qui se nommait Murmure.   ***

Rocked, he sank into a sea of chamomile as it grew agitated and seethed.

Sometimes I get up before sunrise to watch the way the dark thins out and objects slowly reveal themselves, the trees, the rest of the landscape. You can hear the river below and roosters in the village. The light of dawn, cold and blue, gradually fills the world, and it's the same in every place I've been.

Often I'll go outside and just place my hands on the soil, even if there's no work to do on it. When I am filled with worries, I do that and I can feel the energy of the mountains and of the trees.

My fays shall lullaby you as we cuddle up on my mattress of dandelion down.

Sea; sand; a sky that melts into the sea--a landscape of misty pastels with a look about it of being continiously on the point of melting.

Breathe beauty.

And a happy man had no reason to fight.

Everybody cannot be calm. To be calm is a luxury!

One breath at a time is an acceptable plan, she tells herself.

There are more experiences in life than you'd think for which there are no words.

Nothing is so lovely as a quietly snoring dog and some evening Brahms, as you sit in a comfortably overstuffed chair with your feet on the footstool.

A dark room with some low-level whale music and a flat bed and a woman pulling your shoulder back and forth is a happy place.

Most whale photos you see show whales in this beautiful blue water - it's almost like space.

The older I get the more laid back I am about whatever happens, happens.