Quotes About Serenity

Meditation doesn't have to be complicated. What I do is about as simple as you can get. You could just count the beads, one, two, three, with your eyes closed or open, whatever makes you happy.

But I think beautiful is simple and elegant, like a ballad with simple harmony.

I live a very simple life.

The simpler things are, the happier they are.

I am not a very complex person. I believe in simplicity.

I love simplicity.

I like comfort and I like simplicity.

My life lesson is just to be patient and everything will fall in place. Most of what's happened in my life is not to do with me but good people and the way things happened. So I feel it's no use stressing over anything. Let things simply happen.

crayon. Age had given his face a softly

the redness had seeped from the day and night was arranging herself around us. Cooling things down, staining and dyeing the evening purple and blue black.

Everybody needs a seashell in her bathroom to remind her the ocean is her home.

There is a fullness of time for things. You have to know when to prod and when to be quiet. When to let things take their course.

When I looked up through the web of trees, the night sky fell over me, and for a moment, I lost my boundaries, feeling like the sky was my own skin and the moon was my heart beating up there in the dark.

Readiness for dying arrives by attending the smallest moment and finding the eternal inside of it.

A barge of mist floated along the water, and dragonflies, iridescent blue ones, darted back and forth like they were stitching up the air.

you just have to close your eyes and breathe out and let the puzzle of the human heart be what it is.

ate under the cool of the pine trees.

August said, "You know what? You think too much. It would do you a world of good to stop thinking and just go with your feelings once in a blue moon.

Patience is everything. RAINER MARIA RILKE

If you think the country is quiet, you've never lived in it. Tree frogs alone make you wish for earplugs.

The pear trees were bare, their limbs spread open like the viscera of a parasol. Stretching into the darkness beyond, the single houses, double houses, and villas were lined up in cramped, neat rows which ran toward the tip of the peninsula. p94

Quietness has a strange, spongy hum that can nearly break your eardrums. I didn't know if it was the emptiness, the

Leaning back on my elbows, I slid down till the water sealed over my head. I held my breath and listened to the scratch of river against my ears, sinking as far as I could into that shimmering, dark world.

I fell quiet, too. The wooden door onto the courtyard was flung wide onto the Egyptian night. I listened to wind shake the palm fronds. The dark, tumbling world.