Quotes About Serenity

In really nice weather I have to lie down like a complaint or a huge glass bottle in the field.

I wished there was a way to keep that in a bottle, that one moment of wonderful perfect, so I could open it up whenever I needed to get a good whiff.

Maybe, I think, happiness is simply order.

cats stretched out in puddles of sunshine;

lightness come upon her, a sense that there was a centre to everything after all.

a pot of tea on the coffee table.

volume down on

the sheep and the sea and the sweet meadow air.

It is beautiful in Vancouver; let's face it. I mean, you have the ocean. There's mountains.

Abjure all accretions and turn off the lights. Put on some music - Leonard Cohen, say, perhaps his 'Various Positions' - and let your mind cool down. Soon you'll forget there's a word called 'stress.'

The flower in the vase smiles, but no longer laughs.

We live in a complicated, oppressive world with enormous cities and vast populations, and I try to contribute by making it more light and open and calm.

Looking out at the ocean, it's easy to feel small - and to imagine all your troubles, suddenly insignificant, slipping away. Earth's seven oceans seem vast and impenetrable, but a closer look tells another story.

Music is as vast as the sky, the oceans, the universe.

I loved the sound of the ocean, the breaking surf, the vastness, but still didn't feel terribly comfortable in it.

She would sit by herself in the middle of the old stoe amphitheatre, with the sky's starry vault overhead, and simply listen to the great silence around her.

The garden is my second profession. It's 22 hectares, which is a big garden. I really need it, going from the flower garden, the shrubs and the trees, the vegetable garden, all these things.

Here, on the river's verge, I could be busy for months without changing my place, simply leaning a little more to right or left.

And then I felt a strange stirring inside, a kind of surging fulfillment, a feeling that things were just the way they should be, now and evermore, world without end; that what was brought together here must never be rent asunder.

If you ever go there, go to the Philosopher's walk. Away from all the tourists and crowds. It's a place that smells of that most beautiful smell, the smell of thought.

I went to the CD player, choosing some soft and soothing soprano sax, courtesy of the late Art Porter.

She was the still point in the turning world.

We thought green was cheerful, but not too cheerful. Green was also serious.

Her face was calm, but inside she was tense.