Quotes About Serenity

You have peace when you make it with yourself.

She hugged her arms around his chest and leaned her head into his shoulder. She did this every night, and like most small demonstrations of love, it had a large impact. Dor felt a surge of calm whenever she held him, like being wrapped in a blanket, and he knew no one else would ever love or understand him the way she did. He nestled his face into her long dark hair, and he breathed a way he never breathed except when he was with her.

That was what was missing. Every hurt he'd ever suffered, every ache he'd ever endured—it was all as gone as an expired breath. He could not feel agony. He could not feel sadness. His consciousness felt smoky, wisplike, incapable of anything but calm.

Sometimes life's OK

She slips her arm around my shoulders and cradles my head against her breast. We breathe together. Slowly. Time passes, flowing, a long, less and less painful sigh. And I shut my eyes. Pain becomes only physical again. Fear recedes. Anger flickers for a moment longer, gas in the pipes after the stove has been turned off. She says, "I'll take care of you." And I feel gratitude and happiness rise up inside me: old friends, long-forgotten and yet much missed.

The air is so dry, so clear, and there's so few people, almost no lights. And you can lie on your back and look up and see the Milky Way. All the stars like a splash of milk in the sky. And you see them slowly move. Because the Earth is moving. And you feel like you're lying on a giant spinning ball in space.

The trouble with serenity is that it can then. The trees seem to lose their souls and look again like painted scenery.

The trouble with serenity is that it can turn. The trees seem to lose their souls and look again like painted scenery.

I like it better here where I can sit just quietly and smell the flowers.

El cursillo aconsejaba a la mujer trabajadora que quisiera mantener la compostura repetir dos veces al día las siguientes frases: La compostura es el equilibrio perfecto, una ecuanimidad del cuerpo y la mente, una serenidad perfecta en cualquier entorno social. Vestimenta elegante, limpieza inmaculada y modales perfectos contribuyen a lograr la seguridad en una misma.

There is no success without peace of mind.

The sky is a blue so clean it verges on joy.

My life is far too quiet these days.

The people welcome a new da yas if they were certain of liking it, the shopkeepers pull up their blinds serene in the expectation of good trade, the workers go happily to their work, the people who have sat up all night in night clubs go happily to their rest, the orchestra of motor-car horns, of clanking trams, of whistling policemen tunes up for the daily symphony, and everywhere is joy.

Tata Ante La Muerte De Don Pablo (para Rosa Amelia González) Mohina y serena, sin la trenza engañosa, en un silencio embalsamado, miras el paso de la muerte llegar. Tu boca firme dice con la pausa del ave en la llanura: La muerte es la mejor de las desgracias porque borra todas las demás.

tree in bloom, a white farmhouse—potted basil in the kitchen

The suburban dream began innocently enough one and a half centuries ago, with a weariness of city life and a craving for all things green bright and pure.

We both just stood there. I let the breeze brush against my skin, the sun release the tension in my muscles. It was as close as I had felt to God in a long time. It's like we're praying, Celeste whispered. Only we're not saying anything.

Solitude opens all closed doors, even those nailed shut.

a clean top over clean showered skin: bliss.

There were forest depths in her eyes, green and unending.

The thousands small birds of January in their smooth soaring cloud finding the trees.

We walked where the ancient pier juts into the sea. Stood on the rim of the pool, by the circle of black boulders. No one saw we were there and everyone who had ever been there stood silently in air. Where else do we ever have to go, and why?

No one lives in these regions of rock and sun. It is a lucky part of the world; to grow old without buildings and roadways, to dissolve quietly without feeling stunned.