Quotes About Serenity

Calm is a bed where flowers grow.

Calmness is a bed where flowers grow.

Drink the beauty of the day.

Each peaceful breath is a petal opening on the bud of humanity, a bloom on the flower of life.

Gather lovely thoughts.

Meditation is a slow melt into Love.

Peace is a beautiful answer to any question.

Speak peace, and peace is born.

What do I carry wherever I go What will spring up from the seeds that I sow What can I safeguard, create, and release And offer each soul that I chance upon— peace.

Strange it's such a quiet peaceful existence and I'm enjoying it so thoroughly.

Neamh," he murmered. '"Tis Neamh, you are, Olivia.

Then the sun finally comes up, and such 3:00 A.M. thoughts are banished, as they should be.   She

Fenwick, sitting down to

I need some isolation, it's necessary to me, that's just who I am. I need to be left alone.

Así, quieto y ausente, estoy bien. En el color blanco encuentro el reposo. Déjame dormir. Déjame flotar. Sólo quiero navegar en las aguas insípidas del olvido.

I really am a woman at peace.

How do we best cultivate a quiet inner spirit? Do we attend to what feeds and expands our soul? What helps us focus on God? Where is our sacred space? Have we made a cell in our home, at the ocean, or in our favorite park? It is that place where we are away and alone.

calling out to the world to forget everything except the sublime.

Each note floated over the listeners like a feather held aloft by the breath of angels.

I saw then in her face the spirit of an angel, truthfully

Half of life's problems disappear when one's head is healthy.

Maybe I'm dead. The thought is not as scary as it probably should be. I'm so calm, so comfortable. The coffin lining is soft beneath me, and it's fairly roomy; I'm touching the side with my right shoulder, but that's okay. I don't feel cramped. Of course, it's pitch-black, but that's strangely comforting. I roll over and realize there's a pillow under my head. How very nice of them to put a pillow in my coffin. Really thoughtful.

I said, I prefer the ocean when it's gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.

They cleared swiftly, dramatically, like a stage set or a movie; we went from black to stunning blue, the day emerging at once wet and crisp, the trees dripping jewels, the flowers drunk on drinking, their heads lolling with dizzy delight, rivulets etched into our earth, showing us which way the rain ran, downhill, of course, heading, all water, straight for our yet-to-be-pond.