Quotes About Serenity

again: Let the past go. Be at ease. Allow the future to arrive at its own pace, unfurling its secrets when it will.

Let the past go. Be at ease. Allow the future to arrive at its own pace, unfurling its secrets when it will.

I shall not weep for any of them, nor regret their fate, nor shake one feather in sympathy.

If one kept the great yellow mounds of smashed brick in the corner of one's eye, then the mind understood them as the contours of nature and forgot its trick of making one unhappy.

ZANNA IN THE GARDEN

Her stillness defeated his storm.

Billy's dad. His mom shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. Just relax, sweetheart. Lighten up. Go with the flow.

Even the bureaucracy does not shatter the stillness.

Wanting neither too much to live, nor too much to die.

She picked up the lazy cat. "I'll just hang out down here with Cat-Mandu.

Ci abituiamo di nuovo a dormire tranquilli. Viviamo senza risparmiarci, come ce ne fosse anche troppa di questa strana sostanza ch'è la vita, come se non dovesse avere mai fine.

Sylt ist eigentlich super schön.

Das ist natürlich etwas schwierig zu erklären, aber es ist ein bisschen so, als finde man seinen Platz in der Welt. Es ist kein Sog mehr, kein Ohnmächtigwerden angesichts des Lebens, das neben einem so abläuft, sondern ein Stillsein. Ja, genau das ist es: Ein Stillsein. Die Stille.

The activity of the young is like that of railcars in motion--they tear along with noise and turmoil, and leave peace behind them. The quietest nooks, invaded by them, lose their quietude as they pass, and recover it only on their departure.

Tranquil pleasures last the longest; we are not fitted to bear the burden of great joys.

Clarity is often found in stillness.

You can't find peace until you fin fall the pieces.

The house must be a sanctuary.

When I shut my eyes in the warm bath, I feel as if I'm floating inside a cloud.

She stayed as quiet as she could. This, she found, was the trick: you didn't have to react to each little thing. You could just exist. Let your mind simmer over a low fire.

Silence is more musical than any song.

Golden head by golden head, Like two pigeons in one nest Folded in each other's wings, They lay down in their curtained bed: Like two blossoms on one stem, Like two flakes of new-fall'n snow, Like two wands of ivory Tipped with gold for awful kings. Moon and stars gazed in at them, Wind sang to them lullaby, Lumbering owls forbore to fly, Not a bat flapped to and fro Round their rest: Cheek to cheek and breast to breast Locked together in one nest.

A nameless girl in freshest summer greens, A saint, an angel;

All the best gods are made of stone and say nothing.