Quotes About Serenity

A happy life consists in tranquillity of mind.

But I try to steal other moments. Sometimes I get up very early in the morning and enjoy a quiet house and cup of tea before the craziness begins. Other times, I'll take a quick walk on the beach. You can find peace in a few minutes.

Walking in a forest between two hedges of ferns transfigured by autumn--that is a triumph. What are ovations and applause beside it?

How still it was up here but why was it not ever peaceful?

Birdwatching will never yield instant gratification. It depends on acceptance and patience...

principle of treatment can be summarized as: Facing Accepting Floating Letting time pass

Facing Accepting Floating Letting time pass

Wait on no mood.

We sit together in silence for a while. This is what I have always liked about James. We can make a good silence together. There's something between us that doesn't need words or actions. It settles around us and I can feel it now, hovering gently, ready to wrap me in its nebulous folds, like a delicate lace shawl. I want it to be like this always, something inside us meeting and holding hands, something calm and soothing and healing.

The sea, the sea's swell, silent and breathless.

I find the greatest serenity in hallucination.

Quis o mar e sentiu os lençóis da cama.

She had pacified life so well, taken such care for it not to explode. She had kept it all in serene comprehension, separated each person from the rest, clothes were clearly made to be worn and you could choose the evening movie from the newspaper—everything wrought in such a way that one day followed another.

The room was the opposite of what I'd created in my home, the opposite of the soft beauty I'd made from my talent for arrangement, my talent for living, the opposite of my serene irony, of my sweet and absentminded irony: it was a violation of my quotation marks, the quotation marks that made me a citation of myself. The room was the portrait of an empty stomach.

Sometimes she didn't think. Sometimes a person sat there being. She didn't have to do. Being was already doing. You could be slowly or a bit fast.

Macabéa, Hail Mary, full of grace, serene promised land, land of forgiveness, the time must come, ora pro nobis, and I use myself as a form of knowledge. I know you to the bone through an incantation that comes from me to you. To scatter oneself wildly and yet behind everything pulses an inflexible geometry.

Macabéa, Hail Mary, full of grace, serene promised land, land of forgiveness, the time must come, ora pro nobis, and I use myself as a form of knowledge. I know you to the bone through an incantation that comes from me to you. To scatter oneself wildly and yet behind everything pulses an inflexible geometry. Macabéa remembered the docks. The docks went to the heart of her life.

And I am in the world as free and slender as a deer on the plain. I get up as soft as a breath of air, raise my sleepy flower head, my feet light, I cross fields beyond the earth, world, time, God.

I'm going to make an adagio. Read slowly and with peace. It's a wide fresco.

We can't make the external world become peaceful; we can only become peace.

What keeps my heart awake is colorful silence.

I don't think I'm made for any earthly kind of pleasure.

La mer chante à bouche fermée

Por eso recomienda tanto la calma y la paciencia, en primer lugar consigo mismo. «Guardaos de las precipitaciones y de las inquietudes, porque no hay nada que nos estorbe más para caminar en la perfección» (Carta a Santa Chantal, 57, colec. Blaise).