Quotes About Serenity

No assurance, no platitude, no promise of God's mercy. Just a stark reminder that death was part of life. She offered me nothing but a way to accept whatever came—Let life be life. There was a quiet relinquishment in the words.

lay beside him, drawing warmth from his body. We stared up at the branches, at clusters of yellow fruit, at the black sky smeared with stars. How awake we were, how alive. I pressed my ear to his chest and listened to the slow drumming. I thought us inseparable. A single timbre.

the egrets lifting out of the marxh carrying the light on their backs.

morning shadows blossoming around her shoulders.

That night it felt strange to be in the honey house by myself. I missed Rosaleen's snoring the way you'd miss the sound of ocean waves after you've gotten used to sleeping with them. I didn't realise how it had comforted me. Quietness has a strange, spungy hum that can nearly break your eardrums.

Whatever comes, let it come. What stays, let it stay. What goes, let it go.

was profound insight of a spiritual nature that could help me live my everyday life unconstrained by conflict, either with others or within myself. These

Tranquility in front of me. Calmness beside me. Stillness around me. Compassion inside me.

When I'm in the water I feel as though nothing bad has happened. I think about the fish, how they don't know what's going on. Their world is unchanged. Actually it's probably better now to be a tuna or a sardine or a salmon. Less chance of ending up as somebody's lunch.

Feed your soul with silence. That's where dreams are born.

Gardens are heaven~gardens & churches have a lot in common.

We must be content and think it no fault; /

and here the daises guard you from every harm

Expect nothing and fear nothing, here or anywhere. That's your first lesson.

Expect nothing and fear nothing, here or anywhere. That is your first lesson.

some quality time with a good book. Trying to

Quiet had a restful quality. In quiet, she could find peace.

You have to create your own space which has a lot of silence in it and a lot of books.

However painful they were, I needed my dreams—the metaphor for my introspection—if I was ever to be at peace.

The serenity and the transcendence of self that you found are to me exemplary. You showed that it is not necessary to be unhappy, even while one is clear-eyed and undeluded about how terrible everything is. Somewhere you said that a writer — delicately you added: all persons — must think that whatever happens to him or her is a resource. (You were speaking of your blindness.)

She was starting to see that there was nothing wrong with sometimes letting the day unfold according to its own rhythm.

Having a mind that cannot stay quiet, I've never been able to meditate without going stir-crazy. But give me a ball of dough and the not-so-distant dream of a piping hot cherry tart with a beautiful lattice-weave top and a generous sprinkling of confectioners sugar, and a feeling of serenity washes over me. My mind instantly hushes. ---Cheryl Lu-Lien Tan

Life as it reveals itself is filled with riches. What will happen, will happen. Worrying will not affect the outcome.

The World feels Complete and Whole, and I, its Child, fit into it seamlessly. Nowhere is there any disjuncture where I ought to remember something but do not, where I ought to understand something but do not.