Quotes About Serenity

In my vision, the thing that man needs first and foremost is a meditative consciousness.

To me a man of meditation is bound to be immensely loving.

I see not any road of perfect peace which a man can walk but after the counsel of his own bosom.

Truly the stars were given for a consolation to man.

In a pleasant spring morning all men's sins are forgiven.

A man must find his occasions in himself, it is true. The natural day is very calm, and will hardly reprove his indolence.

The best thing in the world [is] a strong house held in serenity where man and wife agree.

To marvel at nothing is just about the one and only thing, Numicius, that can make a man happy and keep him that way.

She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth.

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.

Here it is. My moment of zen.

I daily disconnect and read a good book or listen to a good sermon or call a friend or my mom and talk on the phone with my feet up. I also take baths with bath salts that I make myself.

I'm definitely happy by my self, you know what I mean. The money is better. But you know, I'd just rather be alone.

He sounded like a man who had slept well and didn't owe too much money.

Happiness does not await us all. One needn't be a prophet to say that there will be more grief and pain than serenity and money. That is why we must hang on to one another.

Money can purchase the symbols but not the causes of serenity and buoyancy. In a straightforward way we must agree that money cannot buy happiness.

There's a certain Buddhistic calm that comes from having... money in the bank.

To wake in that desert dawn was like waking in the heart of an opal. ... See the desert on a fine morning and die - if you can!

Every morning prepare your soul for a tranquil day.

When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before any one is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness.

Every morning I spend fifteen minutes filling my mind full of God, and so there's no room left for worry thoughts.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds.

Each soul must meet the morning sun, the new sweet earth and the Great Silence alone.

Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues