Quotes About Serenity

The language of excitement is at best picturesque merely. You must be calm before you can utter oracles.

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

Surely joy is the condition of life. —HENRY DAVID THOREAU

Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

Summer afternoon - Summer afternoon... the two most beautiful words in the English language.

Beer makes you feel the way you ought to feel without beer.

Serenity is when you get above all this, when it doesn't matter what they think, say or want, but when you do as you are, and see God and Devil as one.

The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.

Serenity is when you get above all this, when it doesn't matter what they think, say or want, but when you do as you are, and see God and Devil as one.

By the time one is eighty, it is said, there is no longer a tug of war in the garden with the May flowers hauling like mad against the claims of the other months. All is at last in balance and all is serene. The gardener is usually dead, of course.

I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to.

The countryside is beautiful. I've never seen anything like it. Thatched roofs on the houses. Snow everywhere, the sky is so blue. I'm 22 years old today.

When thou dost shine, darkness looks white and fair, Forms turn to music, clouds to smiles and air; Rain gently spends his honey-drops, and pours Balm on the cleft earth, milk on grass and flowers. Bright pledge of peace and sunshine!

All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!

The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.

Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.

And the night shall be filled with music,And the cares, that infest the day,Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,And as silently steal away.

All was silent as before — All silent save the dripping rain.

Three silences there are: the first of speech,The second of desire, the third of thought.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books

For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.