Quotes About Serenity

How can I describe him? His beauty did not depend on his facial expression. It was tempered already on his face. It was all wrought up with his fine bones, serene mouth, and his auburn curls.

I looked at the boy. I took up the candelabrum and I approached the bed and I looked down at him as he slept there, easy at last, breathing as though he was safe.

If I could, I'd deliver you from old age and death, from aches and pains, from the blandishments of ghosts, from the torment of your familiar, Goblin. I'd deliver you from heat and cold and from the arid dullness of the noonday sun. I'd deliver you into the placid light of the moon and into the domain of the Milky Way forever.

Cemetery. It had been the golden time of evening when the sun is gone and everything gives back the light it has absorbed all day long.

Maharet put her arm around Mekare's waist, and Mekare, come from brutal isolation I know not where, merely stared into space as though she knew some quiet peace but no more than that.

against the grape-flushed sky perfect amethyst night.

I become dim and shriveled, somehow, at my very core if I am away from the sea too long.

the villa) It's beautiful too, all hot pinks and reds, and rocks and sand and blinding blue and white.

So clear that you could see every delicate vein in the lacquered new leaves; so soft that you felt the air on newly bared arms like velvet; so suffused with every shade of green that it seemed that your very blood ran green, in harmony.

her, climbing out of the bath.

Now, when you sit, your blood sort of sits along with you. It don't go rushing around your brain no more. Consequently, it takes that much more time to get rid of some sad idea in your mind. The process is slowed considerable. Whereas if you hurry your blood up some Ã¢â'¬Â¦ There is a sizable amount of people could benefit from what I know.

This is what I had come for, just this, and nothing more. A fling of leafy motion on the cliffs, the assault of real things, living and still, with shapes and powers under the sky- this is my city, my culture, and all the world I need.

No one owns the sunset

Eating breakfast by the river, Tally took time to appreciate her SwedeBalls.

Everyone ugly was in bed by now.

After all the world is indeed beautiful and if we were any other creature than man we might be continuously happy in it.

It was entirely silent and I tried to breathe its peace.

At any time and in any place I find moonlight very moving.

I spiraled slowly down the steps, the soft way a milkweed seed sometimes twirls to earth. I wanted time for any vague thought to come to mind that mind should want. No new ones came, but the pace seemed a meditative winding, and what I was winding was like yarn on an oblong skein, softly enfolding a quiet center that was myself.

Size de iÅŸlerin yolunda gittiÄŸi yegane zamanlar, hiçbir beklentinizin olmad??? dönemlermiÅŸ gibi gelmiyor mu?

The moon in all her immaculate purity hung in the sky, laughing at this world of dust. She congratulated me for my carefully considered maneuvers and invited me to share in her eternal solitude.

Ellen had always loved the rain. She didn't understand why people rushed through it, avoided it and ducked out of it, but she was glad.

Tutto va Bene, All is Well.

Over and over, I prayed the same thing. I prayed to trees. This was easier than praying directly to God. There was nearly always a tree nearby.