Quotes About Serenity

Free is a man who has no desires.

Fill this cup to that love that never changes, never! Fill this cup to the love that goes on living forever! To the love that has been purified by earthly woes and at last with everlasting bliss... divinely glows!

When they left behind all houses and the stink of too many people and stopped for an especially lavish breakfast cooked by the side of a noisy stream, each agreed that a city was not the finest place to breathe God's air and enjoy the sun's warmth.

the rain was a fine thing. She often preferred it to the warm slant of sun and the clear brilliance of cloudless blue skies. The rain was a soft gray curtain, tucking her away from the world.

she lost twenty minutes sitting on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees, smiling into the pretty glow and imagining herself a contented farmer's wife waiting for her man to come in from the fields.

And tis' my faith that every flower enjoys the air it breathes.

She'd learned not to hurry—had taught herself not to push, not to rush, but to take things as they came. And in a very real way to embrace every single moment.

She kept to herself because solitude soothed her.

You almost forget there's any place else in the world.

Heal the mind, ease the heart.

She liked her life simple and private.

Finally, he's back in the little blue-and-white house where there's always a boat at the dock, a rocker on the porch, and a dog in the yard.

our cabin in the woods in Clare.

She read in her room by the light of an oil lamp until mind and body gave way to fatigue.

You only have to be alone when you want to be alone.

clear tonight.

It pulled at her, as such scenes often did, and she found herself leaving the scent of coffee, grabbing her Nikon, and rushing out barefoot into the chilly night to photograph the deserted street. It soothed her as nothing else could. With a camera in her hand and an image in her mind, she could forget everything else.

tidy bed was a restful bed

quietly. "To the cliffs and caves, while we have the sun." "There you go. They can't come out. Nothing

alone and let me sleep.

deliberately blank. "Of

eyes of absolutely clear and perfect blue. Her

shores of Whiskey Beach.

It wasn't really a walk, she thought as she wound through rosebushes and the heavy scent of gardenia. It was more of a meander. No hurry, no destination, no problems.