Quotes About Serenity

Who could step in while I take a break in your stock-standard resort-style vacation destination, whether it be tropical or of the ski trip variety? The answer, of course, is nobody

El silencio no era quietud o calma, y desde luego no era paz.

People who work alone know the beauty of solitude. The perhaps greater beauty of loneliness

He wondered if silence gathered in some places: a wood in deep winter; a dock where a boat moored in still water; an abandoned farmhouse. The world at large was against silence, which made it all the more restful and the more necessary when one came upon it.

The only way to get out of this suicidal pattern is to leave the battlefield by going to the Watcher's place of peace. EXERCISE:

Every experience that's part of your best destiny is beautiful to your soul.

Be well, my dear one, be safe, my love, live in joy and peace, sweet friend. Then

You've been looking for reasons instead of peace.

Now I have to lie on the bed for a few minutes and let the solitude gather round me once more.

To dwell is to garden.

And, too, there was that delightful freshness of mist and dewy grass that lingered like spirits at dawn. Marietta

The beach house is a state of mind more than a place.

Tears never were worth the effort of crying them.

Idleness was so often despised. And yet it was on idleness, she knew, that one touched meaning and peace.

Aprendi a ficar quieta e a parar de fazer coisas, de ouvir e até de pensar. Aprendi a ser. Aprendi que quase qualquer lugar pode ser um desses lugares especiais, caso eu o permita. Talvez tenha aprendido a encontrar esse lugar dentro de mim.

She felt relaxed, happy, and sadder than she had ever felt in her life before.

Here is Gregson coming down the road with beatitude written upon every feature of his face.

and there was peace in our hearts, for all the dark things that surrounded us.

And then I became aware of all the magnificent silk wrapped around my body, and had the feeling I might drown in beauty. At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy.

And suddenly everything around me seemed to grow quiet, as if he were the wind that blew and I were just a cloud carried upon it.

But what I could see out of the corner of my eye made me think of two lovely bundles of silk floating along a stream. In a moment they were hovering on the walkway in front of me, where they sank down and smoothed their kimono across their knees.

At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of melancholy.

he] understood that some things mattered and some things did not and that the happy people in this world were those who could easily and rapidly distinguish between the two. The term unhappiness referred to the feeling of taking the wrong things seriously.

There is no happiness on earth to compare with that which a beautiful and fruitful mind finds in a propitious hour within itself.