Quotes About Serenity

Daarna gaf ik me maar over aan mijn lot, wat bijna altijd het beste is wat je kunt doen.

C'était une âme et un corps où n'entrait jamais l'aiguillon.

Tityrus smiled.

I am neither sad nor cheerful; the air here fills one with a kind of vague excitement and induces a state as far removed from cheerfulness as it is from sorrow; perhaps it is happiness.

They did not speak, surprised to see how simple, almost poor, happiness could be, yes, materially poor and yet so abundant.

their life will be made of the same stuff as this spring afternoon.

At 11:30 at night we went out into the meadow to watch the moon through the mist. It was unbelievably beautiful.

Despite everything, a balanced, independent, lonely way of life can give the peace that is vital. I must look for peace. I must start to do meditation seriously—there I go, thinking again in Italian terms —and Buddhism.

every one must have some solitary spot where he can be alone with his God.

As with almost every sunset, but with this one in particular: shut the fuck up.

The crackly, unobtrusive music of the fire was now accompanied by a barely audible chorus of bee-wings emerging from the hives.

waves to surf …

If something's going to happen for you, it will, you can't make it happen. And it never does happen until you're past the point where you care whether it happens or not. I guess it's for your own good that it always happens that way, because after you stop wanting things is where having them won't make you go crazy.

When you get to a certain age, nothing matters. You only want to cling to your serenity and leave the dreaming and storming for those with steaming blood in their veins. Emotions are for the young; the elderly have no use for them.

The ocean was the best place, of course. That was what she loved most. It was a feeling of freedom like no other, and yet a feeling of communion with all the other places and creatures the water touched.

She liked the life she had. She loved habits. She craved a day with nothing in it, a long, quiet stretch of hours in the studio.

Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory.

She sat on the dock at the lake and watched the clouds thicken. She wished it would rain hard and long and clear everything away. Rain never came when you asked for it.

The ocean was the best place. That was what she loved most. It was a feeling of freedom like no other, a feeling of communion with all the other places and creatures the water touched

Nothing can stop the words so well as the mute alphabet of knit and purl. The curl of your cupped hand scoops up long drinks of calm. The rhythm you find is from down inside, rocking cradle, heartbeat, ocean. Waves on a rockless shore.

I was feeling fine without it.

Lake Dekanawida

I saw the most beautiful cat today. It was sitting by the side of the road, its two front feet neatly and graciously together. Then it gravely swished around its tail to completely encircle itself. It was so fit and beautifully neat, that gesture, and so self-satisfied, so complacent.

The happiest part of a man's life is what he passes lying awake in bed in the morning.