Quotes About Serenity

Meditation and water are wedded for ever.

No voice, no low, no howl is heard; the chief sound of life here is a hiss.

Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth.

Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.

Die wahren Siege sind die Stillen.

Has not peace honours and glories of her own unattended by the dangers of war?

There was a sky. There was a body. And a planet underneath it. And it was all lovely. And it did not matter. He had never been happy before. And it did not matter.

she found herself back in the quiet inner hideaway that had sheltered her in her childhood and early youth,

She knew, then, that this solemn form of joy, so pure because it had no content, so reliable because it relied on nobody else, was the state for which she would henceforth strive.

Never wade through the pretty ripples of perpetually flowing rivers, until you have looked at their lovely waters, and prayed to them, and washed your hands in the pale enchanting water

He who dies a thousand deaths meets the final hour with the calmness of one who approaches a well remembered door.

Every human longs for peace and love.

Of this bad world the loveliest and the bestHas smiled and said "Good Night," and gone to rest.

Thomas Moro solía decir que uno debería construir un retiro, una ermita, dentro de su casa.

I found an easier way to be.

Fishing in a bucket. The total hopelessness of the activity was very soothing. It was the perfect sport. Without the emotional stresses of success and failure, she was entirely free to enjoy the pleasures of the moment... It was a good hobby, and cheap, and if more people did it more often

You tell me the word pristine was perfect. It was the cure.

O most honored Greening Force, You who roots in the Sun; You who lights up, in shining serenity, within a wheel that earthly excellence fails to comprehend. You are enfolded in the weaving of divine mysteries. You redden like the dawn and you burn: flame of the Sun.

Only reading, she knew, could distract her from her obssessive thoughts and restore her sense of peace.

You have the potential for becoming air; as still, as necessary, just there.

To do nothing is also a good remedy.

To do nothing is sometimes a good remedy.

Och snön, den föll och föll.

A large, still book is a piece of quietness, succulent and nourishing in a noisy world, which I approach and imbibe with "a sort of greedy enjoyment," as Marcel Proust said of those rooms of his old home whose air was "saturated with the bouquet of silence."