Quotes About Serenity

shuttered for the repose of Sunday

Make me feel good in the moontime.

The peace of the gardens and the kindly lights in the windows poured a tender influence into his restless heart.

All Day I Hear the Noise of Waters All day I hear the noise of waters Making moan, Sad as the sea-bird is when, going Forth alone, He hears the winds cry to the water's Monotone. The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing Where I go. I hear the noise of many waters Far below. All day, all night, I hear them flowing To and fro.

It was lovely to be tired.

There's music along the river For Love wanders there

Se på havet. Hva bryr vel det seg om krenkelser? Buck Mulligan

White breast of the dim sea. The twining stresses, two by two. A hand plucking the harpstrings, merging their twining chords. Wavewhite wedded words shimmering on the dim tide.

But everyone has a private cathedral that he earns, a special place to which he returns when the world is too much late and soon, and loss and despair come with the rising of the sun.

One day you'll have a quiet heart.

Sometimes if you listen, you can hear the earth stop, like it's waiting for you to catch up with it. Like it's your friend and it wants you to be at peace with it.

Don't borrow trouble.

He was riding back through a doorway in time to a place that had nothing to do with the airplanes, and motorized vehicle and telephones wires, and radios that surrounded him now....... The woods in late autumn had become his private sun dappled cathedral, one that contained presences antithetical to the conventional notion of a church.

Solitude and peace with oneself are probably the only preparation one has for death.

Her fingers were as light and cool as refrigerated air, and she did something no girl or woman had ever done to me before. She leaned over and kissed each of my eyelids and my mouth, then continued to stroke my hair with her nails until I felt myself drifting away, free of all pain and age, free of the evil that undid Eden and set brother against brother and left us forever wounded and benighted and at war with ourselves and the earth.

I stood under the portico of the main house and rang the chimes. The day had already turned warm, but it was cool in the shade and the air smelled of damp brick and four-o'clock flowers and the mint that grew under the water faucets

I didn't mind being alone. Solitude and peace with oneself are probably the only preparation one has for death.

The words of his Zen Buddhist flight instructor echoed in his head: You are a leaf on the wind.

He saw now she was not just handsome, but rather had a quiet, cumulative beauty. She was a tall woman, middle-aged, whose face was not etched with the stern lines of church folks who've seen too much and done little about it other than pray.

Be calm. Be Zen. You are Buddha.

But remember that you have to move on, somehow. You just pick your head up and stare at something beautiful like the sky, or the ocean, and you move the hell on.

and Amora, but this time poolside with Amora's

after a torrential rain. Acadia and her

The strangest thing is driving on smooth roads. No one passes and nothing moves.