Quotes About Serenity

It is good to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presences may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.

It is a good idea to be alone in a garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presence may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.

When I see you, the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There's nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The World just stops, and it is a beautiful place, and there is only you.

Let things be, let yourself be, let everything be and accept it as it is. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Give me a little peace. A little? Why so modest? How about eternal peace? Now, there's a thought.

reflected the last green flash of the setting sun.

And the peace which I always found in the silence and emptiness of the moors filled me utterly

No animal is a better judge of comfort than a cat

The austere serenity of Shangri-La. Its forsaken courts and pale pavilions shimmered in repose from which all the fret of existence had ebbed away, leaving a hush as if moments hardly dared to pass.

if we have not found the heaven within,we have not found the heaven without

the Apollonian marvel of the piece"):

A feather on a breeze," Wash said, then frowned. "Something like that, at any rate. There may be a better analogy.

God gave us memory that we might have roses in December.

When your soul is satisfied, you have everything even if you have nothing. And when your soul is not at peace, you have nothing no matter what you have attained or acquired.

Ignatius realized that if you act in accord with God's desires for you, you will naturally feel a sense of peace.

I'm not shooting for happy. I'm aiming for comfortable and fat.

The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.

Tea is quiet and our thirst for tea is never far from our craving for beauty.

The warmth of the bourbon still glowed deep within her, helping her find her center. How could something so simple have brought her so much relief? But Safia sensed it wasn't truly the alcohol so much as the kindness. She had forgotten what that was like. It had been too long. Not since…not

Suddenly all the sky is hid As with the shutting of a lid, One by one great drops are falling Doubtful and slow, Down the pane they are crookedly crawling, And the wind breathes low; Slowly the circles widen on the river, Widen and mingle, one and all; Here and there the slenderer flowers shiver, Struck by an icy rain-drop's fall.

The pale and quiet moon Makes her calm forehead bare, And the last fragments of the storm, Like shattered rigging from a fight at sea, Silent and few, are drifting over me.

And what is so rare as a day in June?Then, if ever, come perfect days.

Why is it so difficult to assemble those things that really matter in life and to dwell among them only? I am referring to certain landscapes, persons, beasts, books, rooms, meteorological conditions, fruits.

A nothing day full of wild beauty .... Little fish stream by, a river in water.