Quotes About Serenity

Calmness is the cradle of power. —J. G. Holland

Trust in Him How relaxed are you? Your answer is directly related to how much you trust God. It may take you many years, like it did me, to fully trust Him, but each day will be better and better as you trust more and learn to relax.

The mind should not be filled with reasoning, worry, anxiety, fear, and the like. It should be calm, quiet, and serene.

If you are trying to force someone to change, it will steal your peace. Are

Let peace be the umpire in your life, deciding with finality every question that arises in your mind (see Colossians 3:15).

There are some things that we can do something about, but there are a whole lot of things that we can't do anything about. If it is something we can't do anything about, then we need to let it go and keep our joy. We need to hold our peace - and our tongues - do what is right, and let God work on our behalf.

contemplation

sitting on that bench just pondering. I don't

If you have wondered how to have peace, I can tell you that it will come if you will quit making a big deal about everything.

Peace I leave with you; My [own] peace I now give and bequeath to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Do not let your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid. [Stop allowing yourselves to be agitated and disturbed; and do not permit yourselves to be fearful and intimidated and cowardly and unsettled.]" This

Harold: Serenity is an illusion, but if anything is possible and I can do anything, then there's a limitless capacity to do good.

Leave the star on top, said an achingly gen­tle, deep voice. There's al­ready one angel in the room.

we floated like water lilies on a pond, dreaming of a billion suns

Religion can mean solace and serenity, a kind of security, a private small garden of kindness in a desert of cruelty that seems to stretch out as far as they can see.

But what pleasure it is to know that there is back county for them to retreat to, that nobody is going to push roads through that wilderness, that no RVs or trail bikes or tote goats will roar through those forests and stink up that clean air. The best thing we have learned from nearly five hundred years of contact with the American wilderness is restraint, the willingness to hold our hand: to visit such places for our souls' good, but leave no tracks.

This early piece of the morning is mine.

The air is so crisp it gives me a brief, delusive sense of health and youth. Those I don't have, but I have learned not to scorn the substitutes: quiet, plenty of time, and a job to spend it on.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

Complacencies of the peignoir, and lateCoffee and oranges in a sunny chair.

I placed a jar in Tennessee,And round it was, upon a hill.It made the slovenly wildernessSurround that hill.

One must have a mind of winter.

Sigh for me, night-wind, in the noisy leaves of the oak. / I am tired. Sleep for me, heaven over the hill. / Shout for me, loudly and loudly, joyful sun, when you rise.

There will never be an end To this droning of the surf.

Then the sea and heaven rolled as one and from the two came fresh transfigurings of freshest blue.