Quotes About Serenity

Call off the search for a "why", Rachel,' she finished on. 'You don't need it.

Sometimes nothing is the very best thing one can do.

The cure for loneliness is solitude.

A queen is wise. She has earned her serenity, not having had it bestowed on her but having passer her tests. She has suffered and grown more beautiful because of it. She has proved she can hold her kingdom together. She has become its vision. She cares deeply about something bigger than herself. She rules with authentic power.

Dear God, I give this time of quiet to You. Please dissolve my thoughts of stress and fear And deliver me to the inner place Where all is peace and love. Amen.

Our power lies in remaining nonreactive.

The universe is conspiring in every moment to bring me happiness and peace.

You can't be a light of the world and a nervous wreck at the same time.

La única forma de alcanzar el poder en un mundo que avanza demasiado rápido es aprender a tener calma.

Herein lies the peace of God.

Only Love can bring us Peace. And the experience of Love is a Choice we make.

there will be no peace in the world until there is peace in our hearts

It is useless for you to consider the reason of this, or the meaning of that. Take things as they come in due order: one circumstance explains the other, and everything is always for the best.

That sound of settling into the sheets and the covers has to be one of the best things in the world. Sleep is a mercy. You can feel it coming on, like being swept up in something.

Dawn and its excesses always reminded me of heaven, a place where I have always known I would not be comfortable.

Doll always said, Just be quiet. Whatever it is, just wait for it to be over. Everything ends sometime.

These little towns were once the bold ramparts meant to shelter just such peace.

I don't know why solitude would be a balm for loneliness, but that is how it always was for me in those days

It seemed to her there was a peacefulness about him that came with resignation, with the extinction of that last hope, like a perfect humility undistracted by the possible, the unrealized, the yet to be determined.

It was the kind of light that rests on your shoulders the way a cat lies on your lap. So familiar.

Clean and acceptable. It would be something to know what that felt like, even for an hour or two.

We walked north, with the lake on our right hand. If we looked at it, the water seemed spread over half the world. The mountains, grayed and flattened by distance, looked like remnants of a broken dam, or like the broken lip of an iron pot, just at a simmer, endlessly distilling water into light.

That sound of settling into the sheets and the covers has to be one of the best things in the world. Sleep is a mercy. You can feel it coming on, like being swept up in something. She

I do hope to die with a quiet heart . I know that may not be realistic.