Quotes About Serenity

I doubted if the near neighborhood of man was not essential to a serene and healthy life.

had it not been for some little exercises, which all the followers of Xantippe are obliged to perform daily, Mr Partridge would have enjoyed a perfect serenity of several months.

His serenity was but the array of wild flowers niched in his ruin.

It was the air she wanted and the world she would now exclusively choose; the quiet chambers, nobly overwhelming, rich but slightly veiled, opened out round her and made her presently say 'If I could lose myself here!' There were people, people in plenty, but, admirably, no personal question. It was immense, outside, the personal question; but she had blissfully left it outside....

The years have touched her only to enrich her; the flower of her youth had not faded; it only hung more quietly on its stem.

Life is all a green old English garden and time an endless summer afternoon.

If he was not personally loud, however, he was deep, and during these closing days of the Roman May he knew a complacency that matched with slow irregular walks under the pines of the Villa Borghese, among the small sweet meadow-flowers and the mossy marbles.

Everything he wanted was comprised moreover in a single boon--the common unattainable art of taking things as they came. He appeared to himself to have given his best years to an active appreciation of the way they didn't come; but perhaps--as they would seemingly here be things quite other--this long ache might at last drop to rest.

Kuljeskelen täällä. En kyllästy tähän. Eikä minun pitäisikään - tämä sopii minulle niin hyvin. Jumaloin tätä paikkaa. Minulla ei ole pienintäkään halua luopua tästä. -Teistä olisi siis mieluisaa elää täällä? -Luullakseni minusta olisi mieluisaa kuolla täällä.

The day lingered and the last calls of the last birds sounded, in a flushed sky, from the old trees.

The years has touched her only to enrich her; the flower of her youth had not faded; it only hung more quietly on its stem.

strolled down the hill without meeting a creature, though I could see through the palings of the Common that that recreative expanse was peopled with dim forms.  I remembered Mrs. Nettlepoint's house—she lived in those days (they

he wished to do everything because he was lucid and quiet

Out yonder they may curse, revile, and torture one another, defile all the human instincts, make a shambles of creation (if it were in their power), but here, no, here, it is unthinkable, here there is abiding peace, the peace of God, and the serene security created by a handful of good neighbors living at one with the creature world.

The most difficult thing to adjust to, apparently, is peace and contentment.

A beautiful nap this afternoon that put velvet between my vertebrae.

Peace! It's wonderful!

Understanding is not a piercing of the mystery, but an acceptance of it, a living blissfully with it, in it, through and by it.

What we learn, of value, we get indirectly, largely unconsciously. It is too often stressed, in my opinion, that we learn through sorrow and suffering. I do not deny this to be true, but I hold that we also learn, and perhaps more lastingly, through moments of joy, of bliss, of ecstasy. Struggle has its importance, but we tend to overrate it. Harmony, serenity, bliss do not come from struggle but from surrender.

Goethe was a stuffed shirt, by comparison. Goethe was a respectable citizen, a pedant, a bore, a universal spirit, but stamped with the German trade-mark, with the double eagle. The serenity of Goethe, the calm, Olympian attitude, is nothing more than the drowsy stupor of a German bourgeois deity. Goethe is an end of something, Whitman is a beginning.

Strange as it may seem today to say, the aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. In this state of god-like awareness one sings; in this realm the world exists as poem.

The crucial and truly pivotal events which mark our way are the fruits of silence and of solitude.

but it was night and the night is always less cruel than the day.

Vives como una roca feliz en medio del océano: estás fijo, mientras que todo lo que te rodea está en movimiento turbulento. Estás fijo en una realidad que permite la idea de que nada está fijo, de que hasta la roca más feliz y fuerte se disolverá un día totalmente y será tan fluida como el océano del que nació.