Quotes About Serenity

Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself. ZEN PROVERB

Maybe I'll just sit here parked for a while, he decided, and alpha meditate or go into various different altered states of consciousness.

Simple Shepherd Mortuary

Rather than words comes the thought of high windows: The sun-comprehending glass, And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.

The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orange sky.

Lee was too cool by nature to rage at fate; his manner was to raise an eyebrow and greet it laconically.

Around them there was nothing but silence, as if all the world were holding its breath.

There was nothing that could be gained by wishing for it.

wish Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â she said, and stopped. There was nothing that could be gained by wishing for it.

adjusting her balance like a wave rider in the Peaceable Ocean.

Never in his life had occasion to ask himself, Why are things the way they are? Why should he bother, when the way they were was always perfect? Why are things the way they are? The question to which there is no answer, and up till then he was so blessed he didn't even know the question existed.

Purity. Serenity. Simplicity. Seclusion. All one's concentration and flamboyance and originality reserved for the grueling, exalted, transcendent calling. I looked around and I thought, This is how I will live.

Nessuno dei pezzi di musica seria che aveva ascoltato per tutta la vita adulta gli dava la stessa emozione che ora provava ascoltando il vecchio swing: -Quel po' di stoicismo che ho dentro se ne va, e il desiderio di non morire, di non morire mai, si fa quasi insopportabile.

silencio es la cerca que protege la sabiduría».

I caught a pebble in the moonlight.

Life can be savored only if you look to the future and leave vengeance to the gods

The land is an endless plain of yellow and pink. Even the slightest whisper of wind sends ripples of color shimmering across the land.

I close my eyes and feel it running down my skin and for a while I can forget the noise in my head.

There is no activity so conducive to the health and happiness of a civilized man as angling with an artificial fly. As for the uncivilized, who would care to contemplate what writhing creatures their inchoate consciences allow them to skewer upon a hook?

The yellow bedspread he sleeps upon is slowly changing to the gentle quiet gold of his breath

Now she's lit by the warm orange spreading from the horizon as not-quite-day, becomes not-quite-night

I think they have compatible silences.

I have always found peace among books.

rest, v. and n. Rest with me for the rest of this. That's it. Come closer. We're here.