Quotes About Serenity

How does any of us live in this world? One thing compensates for another, I suppose. Sometimes what's wrong does not hurt at all, but rather shines like a new moon.

Late, late, but now lovely and lovelier. And the two of us, together—a part of it.

This morning two mockingbirds in the green field were spinning and tossing the white ribbons of their songs into the air. I had nothing better to do than listen. I mean this seriously.

When I have to die, I would like to die on a day of rain— long rain, slow rain, the kind you think will never end.

Inside every mind, there's a hermit's cave full of light.

And maybe there will be, after all, some slack and perfectly balanced blind and rough peace, finally, in the deep and green and utterly motionless pools after all that falling?

even silence can feel, to the world, like happiness, like praise, from the pool of shade you have found beside the everlasting.

the black fox that lies down to sleep beneath you, the moon staring with her bone-white eye

Fifteen minutes of music with nothing playing.

Have you stood, staring out over the swamps, the swirling rivers where the birds like tossing fires flash through the trees, their bodies exchanging a certain happiness in the sleek, amazing humdrum of nature's design — blood's heaven, spirit's haven, to which you cannot belong?

When one is alone and lonely, the body gladly lingers in the wind or the rain, or splashes into the cold river, or pushes through the ice-crusted snow.

As though they have been told everything already, and are content.

Through the trees there is the sound of the wind, palavering...

that love us, that is asleep now, and silent- that has turned itself into snow.

It is what I was born for— to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world— to instruct myself over and over in joy, and acclamation. Nor am I talking about the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant— but of the ordinary, the common, the very drab, the daily presentations.

There was silence.

I've enjoyed hanging around in rooms doing nothing much, and look, I get to do it after I die.

Perfect happiness is an attribute of angels; and those who have it, appear angelic

When tenderness softened her heart, and the sublime feeling of universal love penetrated her, she found no voice that replied so well to hers as the gentle singing of the pines under the air of noon, and the soft murmurs of the breeze that scattered her hair and freshened her cheek, and the dashing of the waters that has no beginning or end.

A nymph of the woods such as you were

At these moments I took refuge in the most perfect solitude. I passed whole days on the lake alone in a little boat, watching the clouds, and listening to the rippling of the waves, silent and listless.

En fulländad människa bör alltid bevara ett lugnt och fridsamt sinne, och aldrig låta en passion eller en övergående önskning störa hans lugn

nothing contributes so much to tranquillize the mind as a steady purpose—a point on which the soul may fix its intellectual eye.

pues no hay nada mejor para tranquilizar la mente que un propósito constante, un punto donde el alma pueda fijar la mirada de su intelecto.