Quotes About Serenity

A young woman in love always looks like Patience on a monument Smiling at Grief.

Where the waters do agree, it is quite wonderful the relief they give.

To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.

each found her greatest safety in silence…

The season, the scene, the air, were all favourable to tenderness and sentiment.

Her eye fell everywhere on lawns and plantations of the freshest green; and the trees, though not fully clothed, were in that delightful state when farther beauty is known to be at hand, and when, while much is actually given to the sight, more yet remains for the imagination.

I shall be glad to have the library to myself as soon as may be.

Wherever you are you should always be contented, but especially at home, because there you must spend the most of your time.

She wanted to be alone. Her mind was in a state of flutter and wonder, which made it impossible for her to be collected. She was in dancing, singing, exclaiming spirits; and till she had moved about, and talked to herself, and laughed and reflected, she could be fit for nothing rational.

Oh! Miss Woodhouse, the comfort of being sometimes alone!

It exactly answers my idea of a fine country, because it unites beauty with utility

There is nothing like stying at home for real comfort

Nothing was so likely to do her good as a little quiet cheerfulness at home.

I should not mind anything at all.

All his wishes centred in domestic comfort and the quiet of private life.

I like to live spaciously, but rather plainly, in large halls with great spaces and quiet libraries. I like to wake in the morning with the sense of a great, silent garden round me.

People say to me so often, 'Jane how can you be so peaceful when everywhere around you people want books signed, people are asking these questions and yet you seem peaceful,' and I always answer that it is the peace of the forest that I carry inside.

Peace starts within. (Jane Goodall).

Sometimes not thinking too hard is the easiest thing of all.

I love when I'm outside, feeling the sun on my skin. The grass, and the cats on the porch, and myself, all thirsting after the warmth, and finding it, make me know that there's something mighty about our planet and the whole works out there in the universe.

During these long periods of solitary contemplation in a setting of such dramatically haunting beauty, I found myself overcome by waves of loneliness.

and the thick, sugary covering of the snow...

There were no toys under the bed--that wasn't why he liked it. Why he liked it was that there wasn't anything under the bed--no chickens, no Joey, no Eloise, no sheep, no nos. He could lie under the bed and not be told anything at all.

The lake was a shield of beaten brass flung down in the valley under a full sun.