Quotes About Serenity

My greatest urge in life is to do nothing. It's not even an absence of motivation, a lack, for I do have a strong urge: to do nothing. To down tools, to stop. Except I know that if I do that I will fall into despair, and I know that it is worth doing anything in one's power to avoid depression because from there, from being depressed, it is only an imperceptible step to despair: the last refuge of the ego.

I've always liked things I can just trance out to. Because what that means is that you've escaped the chafe of time. Often when you're bored, it's that friction between you and time.

Pacience is an heigh vertu, certeyn.

I want night, deep ambrosial night.

They say in the grave there is peace, and peace and the grave are one and the same.

Nothing contributes more to peace of soul than having no opinion at all.

Nothing is more conductive to peace of mind than not having any opinions at all.

Nada puede contribuir tanto a la tranquilidad del alma como no tener opinión alguna.

So long as we are in conflict with our body, we cannot find peace of mind.

Shepherds buried the sun in the naked forest. With a net of hair A fisherman hauled the moon from the icy pond. The pale man dwells In a blue crystal, his cheek at rest against his stars, Or he bows his head in crimson sleep. But the black flight of birds always touches The watcher, the holiness of blue flowers; The nearby silence thinks forgotten things, extinguished angels. Again the brow turns night in moonlit stone; A radiant youth, The sister appears in autumn and black putrefaction.

So quiet are the green woods Of our homeland, The crystalline wave Dying away by the ruined wall, And we wept in sleep; Wandering with timid steps Down past the thorny thicket, Singers in summer's eve, In the sacred peace Of the far resplendent vineyard; Shadows now in the cool womb Of night, grief-stricken eagles. As gently does a moonlit beam close The scarlet scars of melancholy.

At evening the complaint of the cuckoo Grows still in the wood. The grain bends its head deeper, The red poppy. Darkening thunder drives Over the hill. The old song of the cricket Dies in the field. The leaves of the chestnut tree Stir no more. Your clothes rustle On the winding stair. The candle gleams silently In the dark room; A silver hand Puts the light out; Windless, starless night.

To insure peace of mind ignore the rules and regulations.

Life for the living, and rest for the dead!

In order to understand peace one must have an good knowledge of chaos. -GB

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Rock an stane lay glisterin on aa the heichs abune. Cool an kind an whisperin it drifted gently doon, till hill an howe war rowed in it, an land an sea were gane. Aa was still an saft an silent in the smoky smir o rain.

How like a queen comes forth the lonely Moon From the slow opening curtains of the clouds Walking in beauty to her midnight throne!

Life seems to go on without effort when I am filled with music.

Like a graceful vase, a cat, even when motionless, seems to flow.

Be still and cool in thine own mind and spirit.

You've had a long day. Let's put your magic away. You know what you need? A nice cup of chamomile tea and a tranquilizer . . ." I

Thoughts crawled around my head in all directions like big lazy caterpillars. I gave up, closed my eyes, and let myself drift.

With you, I breathe.