Quotes About Serenity

Towards evening, they wound down precipices, black with forest of cypress, pine and cedar, into a glen so savage and secluded, that, if Solicitude ever had local habitation, this might have been "her place of dearest residence

Sono giunta fin qui, oziosa, è lo stesso per me dove annoiarmi! Sopra il colle il mulino riposa. Qui puoi stare in silenzio per anni.

Maa, vaikkei kotimaani olekaan / on muistoissani katoamaton / ja merikin niin hellän-jäinen, / sen vesi miltei suolaton

Song falls silent, music is dumb, But the air burns with their fragrance, And white winter, on its knees, Observes everything with reverent attention.

God is unkind to gardeners and reapers. Slanted rain coils and falls from up high And the wide raincoats catch water, That once had reflected the sky. In underwater realm are fields and meadows And the free currents sing a lot, Plums rupture on bloated branches And grass strands, lying down, rot. And through the dense and watery net I see your darling face, A quiet park, a round porch And a Chinese arbour-place.

He never asks for endearment, all quiet, Only gazes at me all the time, And he bears with a blissful smile This distressing oblivion of mine.

Only the dead smiled back in those days, Being at peace and safe from abuse.

No more of this llama drama!

She drew the Loire. Slow, wide, calm, imperturbable. The lazy sandbanks, the pilings, the mildewed boats. Over there, a cormorant. Pale rushes and the blue of the sky. A winter blue- metallic, brilliant, bold, showing off its colors between two big weary clouds.

Il ne lui répondit qu'une seule fois: 01:16 silence Voulait-il dire: fin du service, paix, calme, ou voulait-il dire: boucle-la?

Mana sirds ir k? liela, tukša soma, t?da pamat?ga soma, kur nek?da nek?rt?ba, nav iesp?jama, jo tur nek? nav iekš?.

I received the grace of shadows. The grace of remaining in the dark. - From A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook

A whisper. To speak in a whisper. To whisper—like the sea.

Everything was so quiet, as if the silence was listening.

My father was an Episcopalian minister, and I've always been comforted by the power of prayer.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky' Rabindranath Tagore

Mother Night and May The Darkness Be Merciful!

I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes.

no interaction with another person ever brought her a bolt of pure aliveness like entering the water on a still morning with the world empty in every direction to the sky.

Like honey is the sleep of the just.

He slept like a shout.

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.

said, more calmly now. "Shut the

Laughter is carbonated holiness.