Quotes About Serenity

One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach—waiting for a gift from the sea.

Patience, patience, patience, is what the sea teaches. Patience and faith. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach—waiting for a gift from the sea.

It is only in solitude that I ever find my own core.

I feel a hunger now- a real hunger-for letting the pool still itself & seeing the reflections.

Milky and opaque, it has the pinkish bloom of the sky on a summer evening, ripening to rain.

I walked far down the beach, soothed by the rhythm of the waves, the sun on my bare back and legs, the wind and mist from the spray on my hair.

The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greed, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach - waiting for a gift from the sea. Anne Morrow Lindbergh

But I want first of all—in fact, as an end to these other desires—to be at peace with myself

Patience and faith. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea.

We must re-learn to be alone.

Gods in his heaven, all's right with the world

The sun was barely above the trees and any moment it would disappear. There was a golden haze in the air and it was appreciably colder than even a few minutes before. A cloud of starlings wheeled above a distant stand of poplars, still bare, although in the next garden a willow trailed weeping branches like streamers of pale chiffon. The breeze was so slight it did not even stir them.

His Back was turned to the end of the world and the end of the world was quiet.

Sleep is your friend. Dreams are your unwelcome guests.

Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.

Our emotions are different but we have them. We never cast a cold eye on life or death. Don't misunderstand our seeming serenity. After all, we live in a world of perfect trust in The Maker, and we are keenly aware that humans often do not, and we feel an active sorrow for them.

In a daze, I saw him stretch out his arms to me. It struck me that never in all my life had I beheld anyone quite as beautiful as he was, and it was not merely the sum of his physical attributes, it was the pure serenity, the essence that I perceived with my innermost soul. A lovely euphoria came over me as he spoke.

In perfect understanding, it seemed, they looked at each other. Questions of failure, of haste, all the what if's of life, did not matter. The quiet in her was talking to the quiet in him.

Tis the gift to be simple... 'Tis the gift to be free...

the sand was like sugar under his feet. They

All I want here is a certain space, a certain peace. Or not to be here at all.

He was enchanted for these small moments, and patiently, I let them pass.

The quiet in her was talking to the quiet in him. When

It struck me as I looked around the little room, with its scent of ink and old paper, its scent of leather book binding and burning coals, that I could spend my whole life here happily, and that, in fact, I was living a life now so superior to anything that I'd ever lived before that I almost wanted to cry.