Quotes About Serenity

One marvel of a day he had walked so far that when he returned the moon was high and full and all the world was purple shadow and silver.

It was the sweetest, most mysterious-looking place any one could imagine. The high walls which shut it in were covered with the leafless stems of climbing roses which were so thick that they were matted together.

the paths and down the avenue, she was stirring her slow blood and making herself stronger

When a man looks at the stars, he grows calm and forgets small things. They answer his questions and show him that his earth is only one of the million worlds. Hold your soul still and look upward often, and you will understand their speech. Never forget the stars.

She had never seen a child who sat so still without doing anything;

Everything as strange and silent, and she seemed to be hundreds of miles away from anyone, but somehow she did not feel lonely at all.

It used to seem as if she had all the sky and the world to herself.

in a still, delicious room, with the summer morning sunshine

A body has to move gentle and speak low when wild things are about.

She lay and listened to the quietness.

The stillness seemed to hold her and she paused to hear and feel it.

She knew now why she had come up here. It was so that she might feel like this—as if she was upheld far away from things—as if she had left everything behind—almost as if she had fallen awake again. There was no perfume in the air, but all was still and sweet and clear.

the houses that are important to us are the ones that allow us to dream in peace.

Mainly, I remember recognizing his idea that the house protects the dreamer; the houses that are important to us are the ones that allow us to dream in peace.

she lacks the nonchalance for conducting deep discussions;

He needed to get away from the rush of the city, from the unceasing noise and annoying obligations.

In these days of wars and rumors of wars, haven't you ever dreamed of a place where there was peace and security, where living was not a struggle but a lasting delight?

A large color plate of a cat statue caught my eye and I gazed at it for several moments, my mind empty of thought. Without an ego, one simply looks. The image of the cat, entirely whole and entirely static, is a signal to the mind to come to rest. There is no immediate sense of beauty, only the act of seeing.

I don't think it's quite that simple. Some people never observe anything, Life just happens to them. They get by on little more than a kind of dumb persistence, and they resist with anger and resentment anything that might lift them out of that false serenity.

Jessica stopped beside him: 'What delicious abandon in the sleep of a child.' He spoke mechanically: 'If only adults could relax like that.' 'Yes.' 'When do we lose it?' He murmured… 'We do indeed lose something,' she said.

What's law? Control? Law filters chaos and what drips through? Serenity? Law -- our highest ideal and our basest nature. Don't look too closely at the law. Do, and you'll find the rationalized interpretations, the legal casuistry, the precedents of convenience. You'll find the serenity, which is just another word for death.

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So many times you've given me comfort and forgetfulness.

At root, I am happy with myself. I do not mind being alone.