Quotes About Serenity

A medida que silenciaba los dos tumultos naturales, podía contemplar las multitudinarias olas de la creación diluirse en un reluciente océano, lo mismo que las olas del mar, cuando pasa la tormenta, se disuelven serenamente y retornan a la unidad.

Free the mind from all disturbing thoughts and fill it with love and joy.

Paramahansa Yogananda

The one who pursues a goal of even-mindedness is neither jubilant with gain nor depressed by loss.

Mi maestro siempre me pedía que meditara dondequiera que viese una extensión de agua. Aquí, su placidez nos recuerda la inmensa serenidad de Dios. Así como todas las cosas pueden reflejarse en el agua, así todo el universo se refleja en el lago de la Mente Cósmica

I looked around the room at the numerous

If you retain the joyous aftereffects of meditation throughout the day, or part of the day, you will see that this joy will correctly guide you in everything. Saints are guided by this joy, in the consciousness of which no erroneous actions are possible. Retain the acquired joy of meditation throughout the day.

The soul speaks its truth only under quiet, inviting, and trustworthy conditions.

The sky darkened, the air grew colder, but he didn't mind. It didn't occur to him to move. This was the right place. This was where he had wanted to be.

The silence deepened, like a fall of snow, accumulating second by second, flake by flake, each flake by itself inconsiderable, until everything is transformed.

It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters.

My soul found ease and rest in the companionship of books.

My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of an indrawn tide.

My soul grazes like a lamb on the beauty of indrawn tides.

The two fountains spoke to each other in the pretty speech of falling water . . . .

In twenty feet of water, . . . the four of us watched the moonlight play on the surface of the water. It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass.

The city of Charleston, in the green feathery modesty of its palms, in the certitude of its style, in the economy and stringency of its lines, and the serenity of its mansions South of Broad Street, is a feast for the human eye.

Few things rivet me like the beauty of moving water.

Yamacraw is beautiful because man has not yet had time to destroy this beauty.

Randy felt relieved. He looked out over the river, contemplating his ignorance of women and the peace of evening.

She was a sweet, warm wind in my heart, a resting place, a place of peace where I could forget so many things . . .

He had, she realized slowly, a gift for silence. When he chose, it seemed to ebb out of him, the word silence of old trees or stones lying motionless for years. It was measured to his breathing, in his motionless, scarred hands. He moved abruptly, soundlessly, and it flowed with him as he turned...

Imagine me maintaining anybody's equilibrium.

We seek retreats for ourselves, houses in the country, seashores, mountains. But . . . we have in our power to retire into ourselves. For there is no retreat that is quieter and freer from trouble than our soul . . . perfect tranquility, the right ordering of mind. —Marcus Aurelius, Meditations