Quotes About Serenity

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The newly emerging ideal was solitude, purity, perfect waves far from civilization.

I had this vague idea that I could be completely happy as an idler, even a beggar, around the water.

Sometimes it was mild elation. Often it was a pleasant melancholy.

What was consistent was a certain serenity that followed a rigorous session. It was physical, this postsurf mood, but it had a distinct emotionality too. Sometimes it was mild elation. Often it was a pleasant melancholy. After particularly intense tubes or wipeouts, I felt a charged and wild inclination to weep, which could last for hours. It was like the gamut of powerful feelings that can follow heartfelt sex.

he chose, not the disquieting road to serenity, but the serenely narrow path to eventual and total derangement.

The sky was a deep gray-blue, banded with the colors of rust seen under water.

Seems like it's peaceful, just bein' in a country that lays the way you remember it layin

She walked on, comforted by the surf, by the one perpetual moment of beach-time, the now-and-always of it.

And the Yak, they can afford to move so fucking slow, man, they'll wait years and years. Give you a whole life, just so you'll have more to lose when they come and take it away. Patient like a spider. Zen spiders.

The water rose further and dressed Simon's coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble...

Before something happens in the realm of calmness, we do not feel the calmness; only when something happens within it do we find the calmness.

Most of us long for balance in our lives, equilibrium and serene contentment. But that was the way of the Buddha, not Jesus. Jesus blessed those who thirsted after God like a thirsty animal.

And oft I harked into the night of the Land; but there was nowhere any sound, or disturbing of the aether, to trouble me.

You have never seen ugliness in a happy face.

The supreme contemporary example of such an inability to feel evil is of course Walt Whitman. His favorite occupation, writes his disciple, Dr. Bucke seemed to be strolling or sauntering about outdoors by himself, looking at the grass, the trees, the flowers, the vistas of light, the varying aspects of the sky, and listening to the birds, the crickets, the tree frogs, and all the hundreds of natural sounds.

Often we have tried to segregate ourselves from it all. We have found three refuges: ourselves, our books . . . our friends . . . the lakes and woods around Berlin.

The reading rooms were large and quiet. Their windows were filmed in dust and desiccated insects, and seemed to age the light falling across the communal tables and the volumes in scores of languages.

Everything, even the dirt, was poised.

Do not anxiously expect what is not yet come; do not vainly regret what is already past.

He who is drowned is not troubled by the rain.

YOGA becomes the destroyer of pain for

I'd go into the bathroom, pee, close my eyes, and try to find a mental black dot. Then I'd float through that black dot for almost sixty seconds and be in nothing. I'd come out of the bathroom thinking how perfect I felt.

days slow as cattle grazing in a parched summer field.