Quotes About Serenity

One must be both subjectively involved in and objectively detached from life, and that true happiness rests neither in the one sphere nor in the other exclusively, but rather in achieving a harmonios balance - however fragile - between the two.

I am haunted by waters.

Something within fishermen tries to make fishing into a world perfect and apart—I don't know what it is or where, because sometimes it is in my arms and sometimes in my throat and sometimes nowhere in particular except somewhere deep. Many of us probably would be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect.

In reading he found solitude. In reading he could dispel the blare of the world.

What is going to happen in the course of my day that will be an improvement over lying on something very soft, underneath something very warm, wearing only underwear, doing absolutely nothing, all by myself?

The photographer in my head says: Give me peace. Flash. Give me release. Flash.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up. The shortcut to closing a door is to bury yourself in the details. This is how we must look to God. As if everything's just fine.

After fight club you're so relaxed, you just cannot care.

The hardest blessing you give up is silence.

What if all of our anger and fear is unwarranted? What if world events are unfolding in perfect order to deliver us to a distant joy we can't conceive of at this time?

Silence. Give me control. Give me calm. Give me restraint. Flash.

La felicità non ci lascia cicatrici da mostrare. Dalla quiete impariamo così poco.

Le stelle in cielo Non conoscono l'ira Bla, bla, bla, fine

Can you just relax and let things happen? I ask, does she mean, like disasters, like pain, like misery? Can I just let all that happen? And Joy, shes says, and Serenity, and Happiness and Contentment. She says all the names of the Columbia Memorial Mausoleum. You don't have to control everything, she says, You can't control everything.

For him, libraries served as that escape: They were routinely calm, if not always quiet, and of course they surrounded him with books. Sweet, sweet books. Each book, a treasure chest of knowledge.

The best thing you can say about an ending is that it made you happy you read it, but sad that it's over. It really is that simple. 23.

There's almost always a calmer and ultimately more efficient way to do something if you just stop and think about it.

been tumbled smooth by waves

It makes sense that if you stand almost daily in the middle of a perfect crescent of shore, with a vista open to eternity, you'll conceive of possibility differently from someone raised in a wooded valley or among the canyons of a big city. Or

I escape into sleep. Sleep is what I'll miss most when I die.

A yellow leaf fluttered down from overhead and settled in his lap, a clear, almost transparent yellow against the brownness of the robe. He moved to brush it off and then he let it stay. For who am I, he thought, to interfere with or dispute even such a simple thing as the falling of a leaf. He

And in time it will be as though men had never come to this perfect corner of the world—never called it paradise on earth, never despoiled it with their dream factories; and in the golden hush of the afternoon all that will be heard will be the flittering of dragonflies, and the murmur of hummingbirds as they pass from bower to bower, looking for a place to sup sweetness.

Ten minutes later, Cabrillo was sprawled across his bed, sleeping so soundly that, for the first time in a long time, he didn't need the mouth guard to keep him from grinding his teeth.

Five The air across the valley is slightly hazy though thinning though patches remain between the groves of trees that edge a clearing in which stands a single house. A child in a white t-shirt has just walked out of the house and is turning to walk down to the lake.