Quotes About Serenity

Penso che la bellezza sia un inganno". "Come il giardino leopardiano?". Non sapevo niente di giardini leopardiani, ma risposi: "Sì. Come il mare in un giorno sereno. O come un tramonto. O come il cielo di notte. è cipria passata sopra l'orrore. Se la si toglie, restiamo soli col nostro spavento".

Penso che la bellezza sia un inganno. [...] Sì. Come il mare in un giorno sereno. O come il cielo di notte. È cipria passata sopra l'orrore. Se la si toglie, restiamo soli con il nostro spavento?

I said to myself that maturity consisted in accepting the turn that existence had taken without getting too upset, following a path between daily practices and theoretical achievements, learning to see oneself, know oneself, in expectation of great changes. Day by day I grew calmer.

I'm dead, but I'm fine

silence is solitude.

After all, when you take a walk you're after solitude, and if the solitude won't come to you, you must go to it.

Deep down I have a talent for well-being. I can feel it.

Deep down I have a talent for well-being.

The less you know, the better you sleep.

In solitude What happiness? Who can enjoy alone, Or all enjoying what contentment find?' Milton

That I can read and be happy while I am reading, is a great blessing.

I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things.

It is always in the midst, in the epicenter, of your troubles that you find serenity.

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams.

We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.

We shall find peace. We shall hear the angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.

El tiempo no podía cambiar el pasado, pero traía paz.

Neppure un atomo si moveva, nel silenzio grave della notte.

Tardes en que está cerca el mar y se oye la voz que dice: "ven".

por la que entra una luz clara y gris como la de los cuadros de Vermeer, en los que siempre hay habitaciones que protegen cálidamente de la intemperie a sus ensimismados habitantes y en las que algo les recuerda la amplitud

En la memoria y en los ojos de alguien están ahora mismo las imágenes indelebles del crimen, unos ojos que en este mismo instante miran algún lugar de la ciudad, normales, serenos, tal vez, como los ojos de cualquiera.

Una cosa, hasta no ser toda, es ruido, y toda, es silencio.

Tôi nói v?i ý ngh? là có l? tôi nên im l?ng. Và tôi nói.

A person's true friend is his own pure human feature and the surrounding mother nature