Quotes About Serenity

Maybe it was the absence of thought that she loved about being out there, the world narrowing to just the pounding of the waves as the water moved in and out.

Now, don't panic," he said, putting his hand on my arm. "Breathe. And just appreciate, for a minute, the freedom in this chaos.

Perhaps because it was nighttime, when things that might have felt odd in daylight instead seemed just right.

To appreciate quiet one must accept less excitement.

I am consciously surrendering conciousness.

It is hard to stop loving the ocean. Even after it has left you gasping, salty.

It is hard to stop loving the ocean, even after it has left you gasping.

Sometimes, life just worked out the way it was supposed to.

I am exactly where I should be, doing exactly what I should be doing. That is peace.

Do you not think, Mrs. Givings, that snow is always kind? Because it has to fall slowly, to meet the ground slowly, or the eyelash slowly— And things that meet each other slowly are kind.

What a happiness it would be to cry.

Genuine tranquility of the heart and perfect peace of mind, the highest blessings on earth after health, are to be found only in solitude and, as a permanent disposition, only in the deepest seclusion.

Sometimes, the hardest thing was doing nothing.

Sleep is a little slice of death.

Solitude is precious balm to my heart in these paradistic parts.

Behind me, field and meadow sleeping, I leave in deep, prophetic night, Within whose dread and holy keeping The better soul awakes to light. The wild desires no longer win us, The deeds of passion cease to chain; The love of Man revives within us, The love of God revives again.

And thus the lovers lie side by side. Peace hovers about their abode, smiling angelic figures (with whom too they have affinity) look down upon them from the vault above, and what a happy moment it will be when one day they awaken again together.

Ruh sükûneti muhte?em bir ?ey, kendinden ho?nut olmak da ayn? ?ekilde. Sevgili dostum, ke?ke çok de?erli bir mücevher olan bu duygu, güzel ve paha biçilmez oldu?u kadar k?r?lgan olmasa.

Übrigens befinde ich mich hier gar wohl. Die Einsamkeit ist meinem Herzen köstlicher Balsam in dieser paradiesischen Gegend, und diese Jahreszeit der Jugend wärmt mit aller Fülle mein oft schauderndes Herz. Jeder Baum, jede Hecke ist ein Strauß von Blüten, und man möchte zum Maienkäfer werden, um in dem Meer von Wohlgerüchen herumschweben und alle seine Nahrung darin finden zu können.

Art?k ne yönlendirilmek, ne te?vik edilmek, ne de co?turulmak istiyorum, bu yürek zaten yeterince f?rt?nal?; benim ninniye ihtiyac?m var, bunu da fazlas?yla Homeros'umda buldum.

Blau Es ist die Farbe des Dunklen. Es ist als Farbe eine Energie und in der höchsten Reinheit ein reizendes Nichts. Es scheint zurückzuweichen (die fernen Berge sieht man blau) und zieht einen aber nach. Es ist angenehm anzusehen, es gibt ein Gefühl von Kälte und erinnert an einen Schatten. Blaue Zimmer wirken zwar weit, aber kalt und leer. Blaues Licht stimmt traurig. Wird blau von der Plusseite berührt ist dies angenehm.

Mit tausendfacher Liebeswonne Sich an mein Herz drängt Deiner ewigen Wärme Heilig Gefühl, Unendliche Schöne!

Auf der Welle blinken Tausend schwebende Sterne, Welche Nebel trinken Rings die türmende Ferne;

Glücklich, den ein leerer Traum beschäftigt, Glücklich, dem die Ahnung eitel wär.