Quotes About Serenity

There is something about early mornings that changes your perceptions subtly. The light is new; no one has put on the defences of the day. All is reset and not quite real yet.

Hayes had a smile like a hammock—just get in, go to sleep, forget your troubles and cares.

With a drowning kind of quiet

You could be naked, you could scream and hang out on the roof, but you do not mess with the place with the books.

She was looking at his face; it was the face she had known...There was no sign of tragedy, no bitterness, no tension—only the radiant mockery, matured and stressed, the look of dangerously unpredictable amusement, and the great, guiltless serenity of spirit.

The air is pure under the ground. There is no odor of men.

A stream cut across the grass, and tree branches flowed low to the ground, like a curtain of green fluid. The sound of the water stressed the silence. The distant cut of open sky made the place seem more hidden. Far above, on the crest of a hill, one tree caught the first rays of sunlight.

The most beautiful words were those which were not needed.

There were no traces of human existence around them. Old ruts, overgrown with grass, made human presence seem more distant, adding the distance of years to the distance of miles. A haze of twilight remained over the ground, but in the breaks between the tree trunks there were leaves that hung in patches of shining green and seemed to light the forest. The leaves hung still. They walked, alone to move through a motionless world. She noticed suddenly that they had not said a word for a long time.

She lay on her back, looking up at the sky, feeling no desire to move or think or know that there was any time beyond this moment.

If his judgment is to be an object of sacrifice — what sort of efficacy, control, freedom from conflict, or serenity of spirit will be possible to man?

Yoga allows you to find an inner peace that is not ruffled and riled by the endless stresses and struggles of life.

By drawing our senses of perception inward, we are able to experience the control, silence, and quietness of the mind.

As I chewed on the gooey popcorn, looking out at the lake, calm and turquoise now, I tried to recall a more contented moment

And I thought to myself: This is what Creation looked like. The same stillness, the same crunching of bone.

start home, change my mind, pull into the liquor store drive-through, purchase a pint of gin, and head toward the country.

I think I could sit here all night looking out over this lake. It's so peaceful, like a church without walls.

We spend so much time scrambling from one thing to the next, getting through it, getting to the end, and starting over again, that I would not forget to fully breathe in the miniscule moments of beauty and peace.

Anybody can get worked up, if they have the intention. It's peacefulness that is hard to come by on purpose.

I felt the kindliness of the moss, which is all over everywhere once you get out of the made world. God's flooring. All the kinds, pillowy, pin-cushiony, shag carpet. Gray sticks of moss with red heads like matchsticks. Some tiny dead part of me woke up to the moss and said, Man. Where you been.

Peace and Love, get high and fly with the dove.

Let's go take a walk down to the blue hole. You need to look at some water.

I was struck with how full a silence could be: a Carolina wren sang from the eave of the shed; cedar waxwings carried on whispery bickerings up in the cherry; a mockingbird did an odd jerky dance, as if seized by the bird spirit, out on the driveway. The pea bowl rang like an insistent bell as we tossed in our peas.

They both went quiet, imagining a river of irises. Thatcher lay watching the sky through the leaves, white clouds skipping across small lenses of light. Here was a world, where he'd asked for nothing. He would escape with his life before the dust had settled on the collapse of his falling house.