Quotes About Serenity

I guess Zen is a day like this when you are part of the air and remember things.

I stared at my reflection and the trees behind it for a long time. Not thinking anything. Not feeling anything. Not hearing the record. For hours.

It's much easier not to know things sometimes and to have french fries with your mom be enough.

So, I guess Zen is a day like this when you are part of the air and remember things.

Du coup, je me dis que le zen, c'est un jour comme aujourd'hui, quand on fait partie de l'air et qu'on se rappelle des trucs

and the trees kept moving …they just wouldn't stop moving …so I laid down and made a snow angel.

Then, I turned and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under a pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.

Many of us ordinary folk have tasted these moments of union - on the ladder, in the pond, in the jungle, on the hospital bed. In the yogic view, it is in these moments that we know who we really are. We rest in our true nature and know beyond a doubt that everything is OK, and not just OK, but unutterably well. We know that there is nothing to accept and nothing to reject. Life just is as it is.

Lord, give me the courage to change the things which can and ought to be changed, the serenity to accept things which cannot be changed, and the wisdom to know the difference - Alcoholics Anonymous

He turned now with a lover's thirst to images of tranquil skies, fresh meadows, cool brooks— an existence of soft and eternal peace.

The moon had been lighted and was hung in a treetop.

Little Birds of the Night LITTLE birds of the night Aye, they have much to tell Perching there in rows Blinking at me with their serious eyes Recounting of flowers they have seen and loved Of meadows and groves of the distance And pale sands at the foot of the sea And breezes that fly in the leaves. They are vast in experience These little birds that come in the night

The fire cackled musically. From it swelled light smoke. Overhead the foliage moved softly. The leaves, with their faces turned toward the blaze, were colored shifting hues of silver, often edged with red. Far off to the right, through a window in the forest could be seen a handful of stars lying, like glittering pebbles, on the black level of the night.

and in the gifted air mosquitoes, dragonflies, and tattered mute angels no one has called upon in years.

All gone. All anger quelled, all desire drained, all thirst slaked, all madness past.

The susurration of rushes and the hiss of sedges was swept on by the grasses and leaves of the trees and swiftly the soughing of cypresses and sallows sent the sound through the breeze.

I felt lonely and content at the same time. I believe that is a rare kind of happiness.

That lesson suggests that in the end, we can only find peace in our human lives by accepting the will of the universe.

When you get old, peace is about all you want.

Long days and pleasant nights

The world has a way of keeping things in balance.

God grant me the SERENITY to accept what I cannot change, the TENACITY to change what I may, and the GOOD LUCK not to fuck up too often.

Hot chocolate in Central Park! What was the Dark Tower compared to that?

Soft and sweet and mellow, the song came back and lingered, following her down into a deeper sleep where thought ceased and the faces that came in dreams went unremembered.