Quotes About Serenity

What if I could give you your life back; pluck out the pain; and give you a world of unimaginable beauty that would be for all time.

Getting well is not the only goal. Even more important is learning to live without fear, to be at peace with life and ultimately death.

Become an ambassador of peace in your own life.

In a long and healthy life, which is what most of us have, there is plenty of time.

I have to say that some philosophers such as the late Bernard Williams, and I would include myself in this group, would say that tranquillity is overrated as the goal of life.

When the moon shines very brilliantly, a solitude and stillness seem to proceed from her that influence even crowded places full of life.

I just want a quiet life. I think that's what everybody says when they get older.

You have to make peace with life

The complexities of life situations are really not as complicated as we tend to experience them.

I'm fine with the life I have.

Repose without stagnation is the state most favorable to happiness. "The great felicity of life," says Seneca, "is to be without perturbations.

I'm content with life, and I'm finally at that place where I feel relaxed and can really enjoy what's going on around me.

I don't have life rage anymore.

How can we be scrupulous In a life which, from birth onwards, is so determined To wring us dry of any serenity at all?

Power is so characteristically calm, that calmness in itself has the aspect of strength.

I was never less alone than when by myself.

There often seems to be a playfulness to wise people, as if either their equanimity has as its source this playfulness or the playfulness flows from the equanimity; and they can persuade other people who are in a state of agitation to calm down and manage a smile.

True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow

Silence is exhilarating at first - as noise is - but there is a sweetness to silence outlasting exhilaration, akin to the sweetness of listening and the velvet of sleep

He who would be serene and pure needs but one thing—detachment. —MEISTER ECKHART

On Sleep's soft lap the head without a crown Forgot the gilded trouble it had worn

In that still and settled place There's nobody but you You're where I breathe my oxygen You're where I see my view And when the world feels full of noise My heart knows what to do It finds that still and settled place And dances there with you

They travel long distances to stroll along the seashore, for reasons they can't put into words.

An acre of land between the shore and the hills... A garden I need never go beyond, Broken but neat, whose sunflowers every one Are fit to be the sign of the Rising Sun...