Quotes About Serenity

This much is sure: contagious calm will happen to the degree that we turn to him.

How do we disarm anxiety? Stockpile our minds with God thoughts. Draw the logical implication: if birds and flowers fall under the category of God's care, won't He care for us as well? Saturate your heart with the goodness of God.

Celebrate. Ask. Leave. Meditate. C.A.L.M.

Be still and allow God to be hallowed in your life. For the Tough Times

I always forget how important the empty days are, how important it may be sometimes not to expect to produce anything, even a few lines in a journal. A day when one has not pushed oneself to the limit seems a damaged, damaging day, a sinful day. Not so! The most valuable thing one can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of a room.

Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.

Hilary has often asked herself why she felt the need for flowers..., but there it was. The house felt empty and desolate without them. They were silent guests who must be made happy, and who gave the atmosphere a kind of sou.

In Texas there's so much space words have a way Of getting lost in the silence before they're spoken So people hang on a long time to what they have to say; And when they say it the silence is not broken, But it absorbs the words and slowly gives them Over to miles of white-gold plains and grey-green hills, And they are part of that silence that outlives them.

Let silence in. She will rarely speak or mew, She will sleep on my bed And all I have ever been Either false or true Will live again in my head. For it is now or not As old age silts the stream, To shove away the clutter, To untie every knot, To take the time to dream, To come back to still water.

Hilary had always imagined that one of the blessings of old age would be that one might live by and for these essentials...the light on a wall.

I began the day with Vaughn Williams' Mass sung by the King's College choir. There are days when only religious music will do. Under the light of eternity things, the daily trivia, the daily frustrations, all away. It is all a matter of getting to the center of the beam.

I began the day with Vaughn Williams' Mass sung by the King's College choir. There are days when only religious music will do. Under the light of eternity things, the daily trivia, the daily frustrations, all fall away. It is all a matter of getting to the center of the beam.

Today I feel centered and time is a friend instead of the old enemy.

Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

We are one, the house and I, and I am happy to be alone-- time to think, time to be. This kind of open-ended time is the only luxury that really counts and I feel stupendously rich to have it.

It is restful even to imagine expression without words.

That knowledge humbles me, melts my bones, closes my ears, and makes my teeth rock loosely in their gums. And it also liberates me. I am a big bird winging over high mountains, down into serene valleys. I am ripples of waves on silver seas. I'm a spring leaf trembling in anticipation.

I am a big bird winging over high mountains, down into serene valleys. I am ripples of waves on silver seas. I'm a spring leaf trembling in anticipation of full growth.

I discovered that to achieve perfect personal silence all I had to do was to attach myself leechlike to sound. I began to listen to everything. I probably hoped that after I had heard all the sounds, really heard them and packed them down, deep in my ears, the world would be quiet around me.

Jon, larger and more gentle, moved slowly, spoke seldom and seemed to have burdened with the responsibility of pondering the world's imponderables.

Your smile, delicate rumor of peace.

Is there something wrong?" he asked. She gave a short negative motion with her head. And then words, so sweet, like a cool northern breeze blowing off the lake. "You could hold me now." It was almost his undoing. "Ah baby.

Can you be happy here, lass?" She smiled and turned her gaze to the beautiful land covered in green and budding flowers. "I am happy wherever you are, husband.

I'll have your fathers make something special," Holly said serenely. "If it turns out we don't like him, I'll cook the next meal for him.