Quotes About Serenity

A wet day. And I am glad of the rain, because I have talked too much.

there was the terror; the overwhelming incapacity, one's parents giving it into one's hands, this life, to be lived to the end, to be walked with serenely; there was in the depths of her heart an awful fear.

But for a moment I had sat on the turf somewhere high above the flow of the sea and the sound of the woods, had seen the house, the garden, and the waves breaking. The old nurse who turns the pages of the picture book had stopped and had said, 'Look. This is the truth.

Comprobó con asombro que era un enorme alivio estar sola.

Then (she had felt it only this morning) there was the terror; the overwhelming incapacity, one's parents giving it into one's hands, this life, to be lived to the end, to be walked with serenely; there was in the depths of her heart an awful fear.

Talk of solitude (...). It is the last resort of the civilised: our souls are so creased and soured in meaning we can only unfold them when we are alone. (5/4/1927 - From a Letter to Vita Sackville-West)

stopping to exclaim at the beauty of the cabbage leaves in the moonlight

Nothing in the world pleases her so well as solitude. She is happiest alone in the country. She loves rambling alone in her woods. She loves going out by herself at night. She loves hiding from callers. She loves walking among her trees and musing.

Luego (lo había sentido aquella misma mañana) estaba el terror; la abrumadora incapacidad, los padres poniendo la vida en nuestras manos, para ser vivida hasta el final, para recorrerla serenamente; había en lo más hondo de Clarissa un miedo terrible.

Later . . ." her sentence bubbled away drip, drip, drip, like a contented tap left running.

For now, she need not think about anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of—to think; well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.

she often went into her garden and got from her flowers a peace which men and women never gave her.

They came there regularly every evening drawn by some need. It was as if the water floated off and set sailing thoughts which had grown stagnant on dry land, and gave to their bodies even some sort of physical relief. First, the pulse of colour flooded the bay with blue, and the heart expanded with it and the body swam, only the next instant to be checked and chilled by the prickly blackness on the ruffled waves.

the grass still a soft deep green, the house starred in its greenery with purple passion flowers, and rooks dropping cool cries from the high blue. But something moved, flashed, turned a silver wing in the air.

En cualquier caso, parecía todo luz, resplandeciente, como un pájaro o un etéreo plumón que hubiera entrado con un soplo de viento y se hubiese posado un instante en una zarza.

Neither seek nor avoid, take what comes.

The summer night was starless and stirless, with distant spasms of silent lightning.

And what is death, if not a face at peace - its artistic perfection.

And a beautiful garden, not far from a beautiful lake, and I said it sounded perfectly perfect.

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her husband had such a soothing capacity for showing how silent a man could be if he strictly avoided comments on the weather.

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there is the rare kind of time in which I live - the pause, the hiatus, when the heart is like a feather....

All who enter even a little into that state of being present will experience a calmness and a degree of ecstasy which they will want to repeat. The