Quotes About Serenity

I've put away the clock and now I enjoy the time.

Everything is always better for a walk.

Come sleep, oh sleep, the certain knot of peace.

There is a way of living in the world that is not here, although it seems to be. You do not change appearance, though you smile more frequently. Your forehead is serene; your eyes are quiet.

the physical world is the only salvation from a mind constantly churning away at itself.

White clouds gather and billow. Thin grass does for a mattress, The blue sky makes a good quilt. Happy with a stone underhead Let heaven and earth go about their changes.

The moon shines on the river, The wind blows through the pines- Who is this long, beautiful evening for

I can recover my calm by living the metaphors of the ocean.

Arbre toujours au milieu De tout ce qui l'entoure Arbre qui savoure La voute des cieux (Tree always in the center Of all that surrounds it Tree feasting upon Heaven's great dome)

Quand la cloche des fleurs résonne au sommet des ombelles, toute la terre se tait, tout le ciel parle.

An author really ought to have nothing but flowers in the room where he works.

Un silencio espantoso sucede a todos los ruidos.

I said nothing. It may have been that I was thinking; but if so, my mind was too much filled with sleep to be conscious of its thought. Instead, I became profoundly aware of my physical surroundings. The sky above my face in all its grandeur seemed to have been made solely for my benefit, and to be presented for my inspection now. I lay upon the ground as upon a woman, and the very air that surrounded me seemed a thing as admirable as crystal and as fluid as wine.

Solitude has great attractions for the wise.

I've always liked things I can just trance out to. Because whatat means is that you've escaped the chafe of time. Often when you're bored, it's that friction between you and time.

To the receptive soul the river of life pauseth not, nor is diminished.

The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.

Contented speckled hens, industriously scratching for the rarely-found corn, may sometimes do more for a sick heart than a grove of nightingales; there is something irresistibly calming in the unsentimental cheeriness of top-knotted pullets, unpetted sheep-dogs, and patient cart-horses enjoying a drink of muddy water.

Não vale a pena uma pessoa preocupar-se muito seja com o que for (...)

in a paradise with sweet laughs for bird-notes, and blue eyes for a heaven.

Sometimes it upset her gravity.

The rain is quite over now. I told Mr Brooke not to call for me: I would rather walk the five miles. I shall strike across Halsell Common, and see the gleams on the wet grass. I like that.

There is a remnant still of last year's golden clusters of beehive-ricks rising at intervals beyond the hedgerows; and everywhere the hedgerows are studded with trees; (..) Just by the red-roofed town the tributary Ripple flows with a lively current into the Floss. How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice

There is no more to be said. Things cannot be altered, and who cares? It makes no difference to any one else what we do. We must try not to care ourselves. We must not give way. I dread giving way. Help me to he quiet.