Quotes About Serenity

Sex on a rainy afternoon is like getting all the gloom and wetness to go away for a while. And afterwards you don't even notice if the rain's still falling.

Xas wouldn't show Flora the fine print, because what all the old songs had to say was true—in Heaven there was no trouble

A midnight breeze fluttered the aspens and shimmered through the moon-silvered willows along the creek. Clouds billowed across the sky, veiling the stars as they passed." "Her lips were like the petals of a storm-blown rose, cool and soft and yielding.

Everything gets sorted out in the Great Silence.

sound of Rafiki's

the land closest to the setting sun would get dark, almost black against the orange line of horizon, but if you turn around, the land is still available to the eye with such softness, the few trees, the quiet fields of cover crops already turned, and the sky lingering, lingering then finally dark. As though the soul can be quiet for those moments. All life amazes me.

The key to contentment was to never ask why; she had learned that long ago.

told me my presence is what he found to be the greatest comfort and so he would fall back to sleep.

Had they known at these moments to be quietly joyful?

Come se l'anima potesse far silenzio in quei momenti.

Does an architecture to assuage the spirit have a place?

Everywhere I have sought rest and not found it, except sitting in a corner by myself with a little book.

It was so much easier to be alone, if one could find just the right location.

C'était comme une nuit d'hiver, avec une neige pour étouffer le monde décidément.

turn your face towards the lances of rain, the soul towards ancient wisdom. And

I would wash the dust of the world in a soft green flood. Here between sea and sea in a fairy wood, I have found a delicate wave-green solitude.

While there is tea, there is hope.

Don Jaime relied on this to conserve what he defined as serenity: peace of mind and soul, the only fragment of wisdom to which human imperfection could aspire. His whole life lay before him, smooth, broad, and definitive, as untroubled by uncertainty as a river flowing to the sea.

Lui e la sua barca hanno visto di tutto: il mare veramente brutto, quando Dio s'incazza, e quei lunghi, rossi tramonti mediterranei in cui l'acqua è uno specchio e la pace del mondo è la tua pace, e ti rendi conto di essere una goccia in un mare eterno.

Arturo Pérez-Reverte

semejante a una droga tranquila.

puentes, ríos y bosques; Francia era un paisaje afortunado—

Le complacía la paz conseguida cada vez que cerraba la portezuela de un taxi. Era lo más parecido a una tregua con el mundo exterior: todo en suspenso, al otro lado de la ventanilla, durante el trayecto. Apoyó la cabeza en el respaldo, encantado con la perspectiva.

tal vez la seguridad, de una existencia serena para el resto de sus años. Sin embargo, el sentimiento vuelve a estar