Quotes About Serenity

No one, not even the rain has such soft hands.

The boredom you speak of," Alabaster said. "It is what most of us call happiness.

The boredom you speak of, it is what most of us call happiness.

As he stared at her in hushed wonder, it was as though the world stopped. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, a virginal water nymph, her tender skin flushed and glistening, the long tendrils of her strawberry-blond hair twining around her arms and slender waist, her thin muslin chemise wafting around her elegant hips like the white, delicate flowers of the lily pads she had studied so carefully in the garden. He could barely breathe for sheer worship.

I think solitude chose me.

I liked my zone small, and I didn't want visitors.

day, she went directly to her chaise longue and left it only

When the water boiled, Michiko poured it into the pot of green leaves and we both waited in the thick silence. I felt strangely calmed by this simple ritual I had seen my mother do many hundred times before. It was all that seemed to make sense in this place and I held on to it as if I were drowning.

He showed me that life is not just from within, it extends all around you, wether you wish it to or not. And so, this garden became a part of my life. The Samari's Garden

No one spoke, The host, the guest, The white chrysanthemums. -Ry?ta

The garden is a world filled with secrets. Slowly, I see more each day. The black pines twist and turn to form graceful shapes, while the moss is a carpet of green that invites you to sit by the pond. Even the stone lanterns, which dimly light the way at night, allow you to see only so much.

Ah, what is more blessed than to put cares away!

It was more or less late afternoon and I came over a hilltop and smack in front of me was the sunset.

I happen to dig being able to use whatever mystique I have to further the idea of peace.

The warm breezes are coming in the window like quiet happiness.

Counterbalancing is not only about your sense of well-being, it's essential to your being well.

We don't always need a change. Sometimes, we just need a rest, and there is no better place to rest our bodies and our souls than outside.

My drafting table, where I drew The Far Side for most of my career, faced a window that overlooked a beautiful garden; beyond the garden was a lake, and beyond the lake Mount Rainier rose majestically into the Washington sky. I worked at night.

I spent uncounted hours sitting at the bow looking at the water and the sky, studying each wave, different from the last, seeing how it caught the light, the air, the wind; watching patterns, the sweep of it all, and letting it take me. The sea.

this beginning motion, this first time when a sail truly filled and the boat took life and knifed across the lake under perfect control, this was so beautiful it stopped my breath...

You will find, my dear brother, that still waters run deep.

A tranquil mind is not a little gift.

of Green Cove Springs.

Here is Menard's own intimate forest: 'Now I am traversed by bridle paths, under the seal of sun and shade...I live in great density...Shelter lures me. I slump down into the thick foliage...In the forest, I am my entire self. Everything is possible in my heart just as it is in the hiding places in ravines. Thickly wooded distance separates me from moral codes and cities.