Quotes About Serenity

Tell me what you feel in your room when the full moon is shining in upon you and your lamp is dying out, and I will tell you how old you are, and I shall know if you are happy.

What I dream of is an art of balance.

What I dream of is an art of balance, of purity and serenity devoid of troubling or depressing subject matter - a soothing, calming influence on the mind, rather like a good armchair which provides relaxation from physical fatigue.

I put an apple on my table. Then I put myself inside this apple. What tranquility!

I was full of them. I had stopped being unfilled. Everything was perfection. I had no need to think, or weigh, or criticize, any more. No need to compare any more. My horizontal was now vertical. I existed at a height. I had not lived in vain.

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Le secret du bonheur était de vivre en jugeant le présent avec la même sérénité que s'il s'agissait déjà du passé.

Whenever conscience speaks with a divided, uncertain, and disputed voice, it is not yet the voice of God. Descend still deeper into yourself, until you hear nothing but a clear and undivided voice, a voice which does away with doubt and brings with it persuasion, light and serenity.

A musical theme once exhausted, finds its due refuge and repose in silence.

If music thus carries us to heaven, it is because music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.

O May! robed in your gown of flowers, Nun-like, gaze from your balmy cell, Under your crown of asphodel, And sentinel all the summer hours; Rising among your daisy bowers, Like Venus from her cradled shell!

[Charles] Sumner's mind had reached the calm of water which receives and reflects images without absorbing them; it contained nothing but itself.

We combat obstacles in order to get repose, and, when got, the repose is insupportable.

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.

Our civilization has fallen out of touch with night. With lights, we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea; the little villages, the crossroads even, will have none of it. Are modern folk, perhaps, afraid of night? Do they fear that vast serenity, the mystery of infinite space, the austerity of stars?

Glorious white birds in the blue October heights over the solemn unrest of ocean—their passing was more than music, and from their wings descended the old loveliness of earth which both affirms and heals. IV

Sumner's mind had reached the calm of water which receives and reflects images without absorbing them; it contained nothing but itself.

William Blackstone had laid out a farm and orchard, and built him a house on the western slope of one of the hills, whence he could see the sun set across the windings of the river Charles, and over the wide brown marshes through which it made its way.

Dearest, these household cares remit; And while the sky is blue today, Here in this sunny shelter sit, To list the blackbird's lay.

We can never have enough of nature.

Glances of true beauty can be seen in the faces of those who live in true meekness.

There can be no very black misery to him who lives in the midst of Nature and has his senses still.

It's not worth our while to let our imperfections disturb us always.

There are moments when all anxiety and stated toil are becalmed in the infinite leisure and repose of nature.