Quotes About Serenity

I don't like it hectic; I like to keep it calm and do my thing - play the pass. I think you see the pass if you are in a good state of mind.

I want to be able to live in a way that isn't too hectic. Calm. And I want those around me to be sublimely happy as well.

Even now when I am answering a question I am at the height of my own meditation.

I love going to writers' colonies in pastoral settings where there's nothing to do but either walk around or read a book or work on your book, and they all seem helpful.

Meditation helps me to calm down.

I think it's very important to find something that you do that helps center you.

I love to be a hermit.

If you're really satisfied with your position on something, you just say, 'Hey;' you just very calmly present something.

Easy mind, light heart. A mind that is too easy hides a heart that is too heavy.

When I lived in Baltimore, I would come down fairly often to go to the Hirshhorn, and one of my good friends from high school went to Georgetown. I actually ended up going to Annapolis a lot. I had a car, and it was such a serene place to drive.

When I go on a hike, I leave my phone in the car.

I love going hiking.

My soul was like a summer evening, after a heavy fall of rain, when the drops are yet glistening on the trees in the last rays of the down-going sun, and the wind of the twilight has begun to blow.

It was evening. The sun was below the horizon; but his rosy beams yet illuminated a feathery cloud, that floated high above the world. I arose, I reached the cloud; and, throwing myself upon it, floated with it in sight of the sinking sun. He sank, and the cloud grew gray; but the grayness touched not my heart. It carried its rose-hue within; for now I could love without needing to be loved again.

Joy's a subtil elf.          I think man's happiest when he forgets himself.

The stars, great and earnest, like children's eyes, bent down lovingly towards the waters; and the reflected stars within seemed to float up, as if longing to meet their embraces.

Happiness can exist only in acceptance.

It was bliss, it was eternity

IT'S JUST ROUND THE CORNER ALL THE TIME, AND WE ALL KNOW IT'S THERE. STOP FIRING THAT MACHINE-GUN! STOP CHASING WHATEVER YOU'RE CHASING! CALM DOWN, GET YOUR BREATH BACK, LET A BIT OF PEACE SEEP IN YOUR BONES. NO USE. WE DON'T DO IT. JUST KEEP ON WITH THE SAME BLOODY FOOLERIES.

THERE'S A KIND OF PEACEFULNESS IN THE NAMES OF ENGLISH COARSE FISH. ROACH, RUDD, DACE, BLEAK, BARBEL, BREAM, GUDGEON, PIKE, CHUB, CARP, TENCH. THEY'RE SOLID KIND OF NAMES. THE PEOPLE WHO MADE THEM UP HADN'T HEARD OF MACHINE-GUNS, THEY DIDN'T LIVE IN TERROR OF THE SACK OR SPENDING THEIR TIME EATING ASPIRINS, GOING TO THE PICTURES, AND WONDERING HOW TO KEEP OUT OF THE CONCENTRATION CAMP.

Because of your wise advice I have enjoyed a day of rest.

The contemplation of Mont Blanc's unchanging summits for three or four days last month, the sight of that eternal snow, immaculate, sublime in its whiteness and calm, was enough to restore to my soul a serenity it had not known for a long time.

In spite of the strife the stars were bright as crystal.

We were allowed to lie there, limbs intermingled, for nearly an hour. It was bliss. It was perfection. It was that impossible thing; happiness that does not wilt to reveal the thin shoots of some new desire rising from within it.