Quotes About Serenity

the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation

An inspiration - a long, deep breath of the pure air of thought - could alone give health to the heart.

Yoga's an amazing release.

It's better to cry than be angry, because anger hurts others while tears flow silently through the soul and cleans the heart.

Let go of anger. Let go of pride. When you are bound by nothing You go beyond sorrow.

Will not be punished for your anger, your anger is the punishment.

Resolved, never to suffer the least motions of anger to irrational beings.

Just as the winds whip up the sea, so does anger stir confusion in the mind.

Anger is self-immolation.

Be at peace with yourself first and then you will be able to bring peace to others.

Take no revenge that you have not pondered beneath a starry sky, or on a canyon overlook, or to the lapping of waves and the mewing of a distant gull.

To rule one's anger is well; to prevent it is still better.

Temperate anger well becomes the wise.

Be patient and calm; no one can catch fish in anger.

I sat down in a chair by the bed. The house got altogether still again, and I thought he was asleep. Just ever so quietly I reached over and laid my hand on his shoulder. He said, 'I love you too, Hannah. He didn't last long after that. Death had become his friend. They say that people, if they want to, can let themselves slip away when the time comes. I think that is what Nathan did. He was not false or greedy. When the time came to go, he went.

When the mind's an empty room The clear days come.

make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came. Wendell Berry

He nearly always seems steady, reined pretty tight. But it's no trouble to look at him now and see that it has been a long time since he has been at rest in himself.

Some days, sitting here on my porch over the river, my memory seems to enclose me entirely; I wander back in my reckoning among all of my own that have lived and died until I no longer remember where I am. And then I lift my head and look about me at the river and the valley, the great, unearned beauty of this place, and I feel the memoryless joy of a man just risen from the grave.

He has come into a wakefulness as quiet as sleep.

You could say the place had a pious atmosphere. It was an atmosphere that I finally had to think about, and when I thought about it I had to admit that I could not get comfortable in it; I could not breathe a full breath in it.

Look in and see him looking out. He is not always quiet, but there have been times when happiness has come to him, unasked, like the stillness on the water that holds the evening clear while it subsides - and he let go what he was not.

Accept what comes from silence. Make the best you can of it. Of the little words that come out of the silence, like prayers prayed back to the one who prays, make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came.

We enter solitude, in which also we lose loneliness.