Quotes About Serenity

La dicha,debo añadir,no es la felicidad. La felicidad depende de factores externos mientras que la dicha procede del interior de cada uno, sin que nada la provoque.

Since I've learned to be silent, everything has come so much closer to me.

He stood breathing, and the more he breathed the land in, the more he was filled up with all the details of the land. He was not empty. There was more than enough here to fill him. There would always be more than enough.

trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a tree could do: add color, provide shade, drop fruit, or become a children's playground, a whole sky universe to climb and hang from; an architecture of food and pleasure, that was a tree. But most of all the trees would distill an icy air for the lungs, and a gentle rustling for the ear when you lay nights in your snowy bed and were gentled to sleep by the sound.

Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine.

Chapter 31 NOTHING MUCH else happened, all the rest of that night.

War is a bad thing, but peace can be a living horror

The library was like a stone quarry where no rain had fallen in ten thousand years. Way off in that direction: silence. Way off in that direction: hush. It was the time between things finished and things begun. Nobody died here. Nobody was born. The library, and all its books, just were. We

And right now he and Douglas were hiking out beyond town on another warm and marble-round day, the sky blue blown-glass reaching high, the creeks bright with mirror waters fanning over white stones. It was a day as perfect as the flame of a candle.

but the full moon soothes all sick animal, be they human or plan field beast. there is a serenity of color, a quietude of touch, a sweet sculpturing of mind and body in full moonlight.

Es war eine kleine Stadt an einem kleinen Fluß und einem kleinen See in einem kleinen Teil eines Staates im mittleren Westen.

They sat on the edge of a brook and took off their shoes and let the water cut their feet off to the ankles with an exquisite cold razor.

All I know is I feel good going to bed nights, Doug. That's a happy ending once a day. Next morning I'm up and maybe things go bad. But all I got to do is remember that I'm going to bed that night and just lying there a while makes everything ok.

The river was very real; it held him comfortably and gave him the time at last, the leisure, to consider this month, this year, and a lifetime of years.

Da te pustim na miru! Sve je to lepo, ali kako sebe da pustim da miru? Ne treba da budemo pušteni na miru. Zaista treba da se uznemirimo s vremena na vreme. Kad si se poslednji put stvarno uznemirila? Zbog ne?eg važnog, zbog ne?eg stvarnog?

The leaf-light flickered on the paper-thin skin of the old men's wrists, the shadows alternating with fading sunlight. They moved in a soft whisper.

La verità è che non abbiamo bisogno soltanto di tranquillità. Ogni tanto dobbiamo essere turbati, tanto per cambiare.

Bet I know something else you don't. There's dew on the grass in the morning.

and then (he) lay down with the moonlight on his cheek-bones and on the frowning ridges in his brow, with the moonlight distilled in each eye to form a silver cataract. there.

He floated on his back when the valise filled and sank; the river was mild and leisurely, going away from the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for supper. The river was very real; it held him comfortably and gave him the time at last, the leisure, to consider this month, this year, and a lifetime of years. He listened to his heart slow. His thoughts stopped rushing with his blood.

Yaln?zl?k gözlerin kapanmas?yd?. Ä°nanç da yaln?zca aç?lmas?.

It is the still point in the turning world.

Conrad placed on the title page an epigraph taken from Edmund Spenser's The Faerie Queene: Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please This also became Conrad's epitaph.

Avoid irritation more than exposure to the sun...In the tropics one must before everything keep calm.' . . .