Quotes About Serenity

Windsurfing, the sound of the word contains all the mystery of a solitary buoy in the fog, echoing across the water at the end of the day.

Calmness of will is a sign of grandeur.

I am quite alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy mixtures of memory.

And heard the green birds singing/ from the other side of silence

There is a stillness in the air, in the light of the dusk, in the eyes fixed forward, in the still end of life, an intolerable sweetness...

Let us arise and go now to the Isle of Manisfree and live the true blue simple life of wisdom and wonderment where all things grow straight up aslant and singing in the yellow sun poppies out of cowpods thinking angels out of turds. I must arise and go now to the Isle of Manisfree way up behind the broken words and woods of Arcady.

Only from the calm, he said, can you see how to protect yourself from trouble.

Calm down, you'll live longer.

In these transparent-clouded, gentle skies, Wherethrough the moist beams of the soft June sun Might any moment break, no sorrow lies, No note of grief in swollen brooks that run, No hint of woe in this subdued, calm tone Of all the prospect unto dreamy eyes.

The soul, at peace, reflects the peace without, Forgetting grief as sunset skies forget The morning's transient shower.

Sweet empty sky of June without a stain, Faint, gray-blue dewy mists on far-off hills Warm, yellow sunlight flooding mead and plain, That each dark copse and hollow overfills; The rippling laugh of unseen, rain-fed rills, Weeds delicate-flowered, white and pink and gold, A murmur and a singing manifold.

Sifting through the sieve of branches, a dusting of sugar over the cereal of dead leaves. An inch of snow accumulated through the night: slow, slow confectioners' sugar coming down through the thick limbs of fir and maple and oak.

Mellow is the man who knows what he's been missing

Because it was a tool of death," she said, "and this is a place of purity, peace, and harmony.

With Jackson there was quiet solitude. Just to sit and look at the landscape. An inner quietness. After dinner, to sit on the back porch and look at the light. No need for talking. For any kind of communication.

She wanted this feeling of home to settle inside her until it gave her the sweetest of dreams.

Life is a pressure cooker and whether you remain serene or become stressed-out depends on how you handle that pressure.

The smell of cooking food is often a calming one.

As I'm sure you know, to be in one's own room, in one's own bed, can often make a bleak situation a little better.

There'll be no trouble, Angel,' I said, giving him the sort of wide smile that I'd seen on carefree men with easy minds.

Think peace, live peace, and breathe peace and you'll get it as soon as you like. Okay?

A time comes when you don't have to use meditation techniques anymore. You just sit down and you are nonexistence itself.

If you love me as you say you do,' she whispered, 'make it so that I am at peace.

And you know, there's less charm in life when you think about death--but it's more peaceful.