Quotes About Serenity

In a small space, you want to keep the bedding as simple as possible so it looks clean, calm and collected.

Once I retire and slow down, I don't want to be in New York. I want to be somewhere near a lake or a pond, so that on my days when I have nothing to do, I can go fishing.

I only want to sleep . . . and never wake.

I love LA, but we don't really have beautiful natural things to look at. I just want to be in nature and go back to my roots and just see beautiful things, that's really all I want.

If I'm outside, I want something flat on my feet.

Sleep is such a potent, liminal state, and I don't want to drag anything in there that doesn't need to be there.

I appreciate photographs which celebrate harmony. I don't particularly want to look at chaos. I see enough of that at home.

Away from the tumult of motor and mill I want to be care-free; I want to be still! I'm weary of doing things; weary of words I want to be one with the blossoms and birds.

for true happiness, sane enjoyment, you must look to the country, not town. Only you want one true heart beside you with which to enjoy it!

I wish you could arrange your life so as to have a little more leisure. I do not want you to be lazy, but the passive conditions of the mind are quite as valuable as the active conditions.

Silence. There are times it's the only thing I want and I wonder how I'll ever go back to the world of noise and distraction.

We seek absolute neutrality in Buddhism. We don't want to be drawn into anything in particular. We don't want to be pushed away from anything in particular.

Buddhism teaches us not to want things, not to avoid things, not to be upset by the loss. In the I Ching, there's a hexagram that says, "Be like the sun at midday". View all things as being equal.

You could use a flower, a candle flame, anything you want that's suggestive of beauty and eternality.

Peace reigned in silence, inside and out, in isolation and exhaustion.

peace would settle on his soul.

Exactly. Peace of mind." "Fatal delusion, you mean.

There must be the hope … the hope for balance. In my soul.

Albinoni's Adagio in G Minor

As I stood on the lonely backroad, I'm sure I heard birds, kookaburras, laughing ...

I'm dreaming of a month of Sundays.

A nice place to visit, before you sleep.

If you don't find forgiveness, you'll never end up with peace,

So imagine a fire going -- wood snapping the way it does when it's a little green — the wind rattling the windows behind the curtains -- and one of those Chopin melodies that feel like sorrow and ecstasy all mixed together pouring from the keys -- and you have my idea of happiness. Or just reading, reading and lamplight, the sound of pages turning. And so you dare to be happy. You do that thing. You dare.