Quotes About Serenity

Funny, how one good cookie could calm the mind and even elevate a troubled soul.

If you're still, and if you don't hope too much, peace will come to you. It's a grace. But you have to choose happiness.

Being alone can be good. It's easy to find peace alone. But sometimes, being alone is a king of death.

Without trust, there can be no tranquil resting of the mind.

The feeling, a paradoxical mix of pulsing energy and profound peace

tiptoe to the water's edge. They show their raiments.

Peter has learned the difficult animal skill of doing nothing. He's learned to unshackle himself of the race of time and contemplate time itself. [..] It's a lesson hard learned, just to sit there and be.

You should take something to cheer you up a little. Just a little. Just enough so that you don't seem to be wandering loose all day in Bagneux cemetery.

It's not such a bad thing to maintain the rhythms of the universe.

Yet the misty spring rain softened the outline of the mountain across the river and made it even more beautiful. So gentle was the rain that they hardly knew they were getting wet as they strolled back toward the car, not even bothering to put up their umbrella. The slender threads of rain vanished into the river without a ripple. Cherry blossoms were intermingled with young green leaves, the colours of the budding trees all delicately subdued in the rain.

But, drawn to her at that moment, he felt a quiet like the voice of the rain flow over him. He knew well enough that for her it was in fact no waste of effort, but somehow the final determination that it was had the effect of distilling and purifying the woman's existence.

Here in our mountains, the snow falls even on the maple leaves.

Manusia yang tak mau gelisah, sesungguhnya dia telah mati

In the moonlight the fine geishalike skin took on the luster of a seashell.

No me importa que sólo dure cinco o diez días, pero necesito a alguien que pueda hacerme olvidar completamente de mí misma.

I like the idea of saying thank you on behalf of the weather.

Now that he was near her, this sighing of the human skin took on a dreamlike quality like the spell of the mountains.

You think I'm drunk and talking nonsense? I'm not. I would know she was being well taken care of, and I could go pleasantly to seed here in the mountains. It would be a fine, quiet feeling.

Yes, wilderness for its own sake, without any need to justify it for human benefit.

It's great to just be here with you, watching the world go by.

his phantoms of peace. Majestically they formed around him, marshalling and mustering in ceremonious state, and moved to lay upon him their passionless serenity.

It was wonderful country that faced him, cedar, piñon and sage, colored hills and flats, walls of yellow rock stretch away, and dim purple mountains all around. If his keen eyes did not deceive him there was a bunch of wild horses grazing on top of the first hill.

Being under my own roof, and my personality not invaded by others makes a lot of difference in my outlook on life and everything. Oh, to be once more alone in a house!

It looked so quiet and peaceful around. But the stillness was the sleep of swords.