Quotes About Serenity

We felt meditative, and fit for nothing but placid staring. The day was ending in a serenity of still and exquisite brilliance. The water shone pacifically; the sky, without a speck, was a benign immensity of unstained light; the very mist on the Essex marsh was like a gauzy and radiant fabric, hung from the wooded rises inland, and draping the low shores in diaphanous folds.

Yes, the sound of water, the voice of the wind - completely foreign to human passions. All the other sounds of this earth brought contamination to the solitude of a soul.

The day was ending in a serenity of still and exquisite brilliance. The water shone pacifically; the sky, without a speck, was a benign immensity of unstained light; the very mist on the Essex marshes was like a gauzy and radiant fabric, hung from the wooded rises inland, and draping the low shores in diaphanous folds. Only the gloom to the west, brooding over the upper reaches, became more sombre every minute, as if angered by the approach of the sun.

In the tropics one must before everything keep calm.' . . .

way aft and sat down amongst us. We exchanged a few words lazily. Afterwards there was silence on board the yacht. For some reason or other we did not begin that game of dominoes. We felt meditative, and fit for nothing but placid staring. The day was ending in a serenity of still and exquisite brilliance. The water shone pacifically;

And this stillness of life did not the least resemble a peace.

He cast his eyes upwards and stood amazed. The snow had ceased to fall, and now, as if by a miracle, he saw above his head the clear black sky of the northern winter, decorated with the sumptuous fires of the stars. It was a canopy fit for the resplendent purity of the snows.

The calm was absolute, a dead, flat calm, the stillness of a dead sea and of a dead atmosphere.

The day was ending in a serenity of still and exquisite brilliance. The water shone pacifically; the sky, without a speck, was a benign immensity of unstained light; the very mist on the Essex marshes was like a gauzy and radiant fabric, hung from the wooded rises inland, and draping the low shores in diaphanous folds. Only the gloom to the west, brooding over the upper reaches, became more somber every minute, as if angered by the approach of the sun.

the sky, without a speck, was a benign immensity of unstained light;

And she crawled on, do or die, in the serene weather. The sky was a miracle of purity, a miracle of azure. The sea was polished, was blue was pellucid, was sparkling like a precious stone, extending on all sides , all round to the horizon—as if the whole terrestrial globe had been one jewel, one colossal sapphire, a single gem fashioned into a planet.

He sighed with content, with regret as well at having to part from the serenity which fostered the adventurous freedom of his thoughts.

Era o femeie zvelt?, într-o rochie neagr? din m?tase. O frunte înalt?, tr?s?turi regulate È™i buzele delicat conturate st?teau m?rturie frumuseÈ›ii ei trecute. ?edea dreapt? într-un jilÈ›... Mâinile subÈ›iri îi z?ceau în poal?, imobilitatea ei facial? avea ceva monahal.

brooding over the upper reaches, became

pisica z?cea în braÈ›ele ei într-o aristocrat? beatitudine È™i meditativ? ca un sfinx.

pero una quietud silenciosa se asentaba a sus riberas.

La voz de las olas de vez en cuando era un verdadero placer, como la conversación de un hermano. Era algo natural, que tenía su razón, que tenía su significado.

The breeze was so faint that it was a smile, not a sigh.

Eres hermosa— le susurró. Ella observó de nuevo con esa mirada que se hace con un rápido parpadeo su rostro tostado por el sol, sus anchos hombros, su porte, su figura alta, inmóvil, que estaba a sus pies. Luego sonrió. En la sombría belleza de su rostro esa sonrisa era como el primer rayo de luz en una noche de tormenta, como una flecha fugaz y clara entre nubes sombrías, anunciadora del amanecer y del trueno.

The serenity of truth and the peace of death can be only secured through a largeness of contempt embracing all the profitable servitudes of life. He

Du calme, du calme, adieu.

Finally, my mind just settled into the realization that accidents happen, and a mantra suddenly appeared in my mind, one that has served me well since: anything can happen anytime.

Having been through both of those other stages, our mind matures to a place where it is no longer moved: it does not grasp at pleasant things; it is not repelled by unpleasant things. Our mind attains deep, deep balance, like a calm, deep-flowing river. Out of this mature place of equanimity, the conditions arise that open our mind suddenly to the unconditioned, to what is beyond body and mind, to freedom.

Whatever is born will die; Whatever is joined will come apart; Whatever is gathered will disperse; Whatever is high will fall. Having considered this, I resolve not to be attached To these lush meadows, Even now, in the full glory of my display, Even as my petals unfold in splendor . . . You too, while strong and fit, Should abandon your clinging. . . . Seek the pure field of freedom, The great serenity.3