Quotes About Serenity

The cracked white cups took pink lights as the sun, already descending, slanted across the cherry; the tree filled the air with its heavy scentlessness.

Restlessness and impatience change nothing except our peace and joy. Peace does not dwell in outward things, but in the heart prepared to wait trustfully and quietly on Him who has all things safely in His hands.

There is no need to go to India or anywhere else to find peace. You will find that deep place of silence right in your room, your garden or even your bathtub.

I love thee, as I love the calm Of sweet, star-lighted hours! I love thee, as I love the balm Of early jest 'mine flowers.

My soul has gained the freedom of the night.

Oh, it was fair in Arcady! Birds built and sang in every tree, And trill and warble, chirp and song, Rang sweet and clear the whole day long; The violets blossomed all the year, No lightnings scathed our happy sphere, Nor frost congealed on wood or lea, What time we dwelt in Arcady!

Once I longed for Wealth and Place, Happiness and Love's sweet grace-- Now there lives within my breast Only this one wish--for Rest.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand.

Change what you can. Accept that which you cannot change. Forgive it all.

A harmless life, she called a virtuous life, A quiet life, which was not life at all . . .

We live on just in the same way, having very few visitors, and receiving them in the quietest of hospitalities.

Don't believe everything you hear. But I am really in a way to be well, if I could have such sunshine as we have been burning in lately, and a fair field of peace besides

It was his grace and shame, he thought, that he could always find peace and clarity in the midst of ruin.

Kit turned to him and blinked, candlelight cupping his cheek like a hand.

His name flew from her lips as if on the wings of a swan.

Kit held his breath as Lucifer came to him, tilted his chin up with a wing-tip touch, wordlessly eased open his tight folded arms with a brush of gentle feathers.

The bandy little elf sat cross-legged in the embrace of a shaggy great willow, a triple pipe held in his hands and his head bowed over it. He blew breath through the reeds, but his fingers poised unmoving and the sound that whispered forth was more the wind through withies than any tune that Kit could call.

Benedick considered his earlier thoughts about Nova's serenity and undeveloped personality. He wasn't sure he'd ever heard an angel sound miserably worried before. They were voices of authority, arrogance, comfort, calm-or at least, they always had been.

Around me, a seemingly transfinite number of leaves chimed in a space without a wind.

Carel stood under the crimson and bone-white shower of the rambling roses, breathing deeply.

Startle not. Startle not, my beauty.

I didn't reach out. I just…sat still. Held to myself. And let the universe come to me.

Elena put one hand out, pressing her palm to the bole of a tree to steady herself, and sighed as if she could put all her pain and worry onto the wind and let it be carried away.

Slowly, slowly, she turned to look over her shoulder, the fall of her hair kissing the high bone of her cheek.