Quotes About Serenity

She slept the sleep of the just.

I was never less alone than when by myself.,

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.

I praise the Frenchman; his remark was shrewd, - "How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude." But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper - Solitude is sweet.

I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass.

In Maine we have a saying that there's no point in speaking unless you can improve on silence.

The world belongs to the enthusiast who keeps cool.

Pray that success will not come any faster than you are able to endure it.

How lovely are the portals of the night, When stars come out to watch the daylight die.

All mankind's unhappiness derives from one thing: his inability to know how to remain in repose in one room.

Keep violence in the mind Where it belongs.

Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea!

It is characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things.

Peace of mind is that mental condition in which you have accepted the worst.

Happy the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying, once and for all.

No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place.

You will be freed from the labour of worry.

Nightly awaits that sweet address Principality of Sleep Happy Land of Forgetfullness

u krvi im je saznanje da se pravi život sastoji od samih zatišja i da bi ludo i uzaludno bilo mutiti ta retka zatišja, traže?i neki drugi, ?vrš?i i stalniji život koga nema.

Ali, prole?e je. Opet prole?e. Bogat sam, miran, i mogu da ?ekam. Da, ni?eg nije bilo i ni?eg nema, jasnog i sigurnog, ali ništa nije izgubljeno ili isklju?eno, nepovratno i potpuno. Znam da u svetu ima mnogo napola otvorenih prozora u koje kuca prole?ni vetri?, sun?evih odblesaka na metalu i u vodi, praznih sedišta u kupeima, ustalasanih povorki i obasjanih lica u prolazu. Slutim i hiljade drugih i nepoznatih mogu?nosti i prilika.

Vrijeme je da se pre?e na dostizanje višeg stupnja, a to je: unutarnja šutnja. Što vrijedi što mudro držimo jezik za zubima, ako u nama još sve vrije od oštrih sudova i brzopletih replika koje ne pokre?u naš jezik i ne prelaze preko usana, ali potresaju i paraju našu unutrašnjost?

travka treba i rosu i kosu.

Život u kasabi pored mosta bivao je sve življi, izgledao sve sre?eniji i bogatiji, i hvatao ravnomeran korak i dotle nepoznatu ravnotežu, onu ravnotežu kojoj svaki život, svuda i oduvek teži, a koju postiže samo retko, delimi?no i prolazno.

U ?utanju je sigurnost.