Quotes About Serenity

Just g'wan back home and set down on yo' royal diasticutis and say nothin'.

I am at peace with all my actions.

Fly-fishing is really addictive.

I don't want to be agitated so much on television. I don't need to watch any more agitation.

I want to be alone.

I'm not someone who feels anger on particular issues.

Two things a man should never be angry at: what he can help, and what he cannot help.

I'm not angry at anyone.

Angry people are not beautiful.

I'm tired of all the angry stuff out there.

Don't try to anticipate or worry about something you can't control.

I don't know what anxiety is like anymore.

I think you can move to everything, but with some music, you just want to sit still. That's me, anyway.

Being on your own sometimes is appealing.

Déjeme respirar el aire del anochecer, oír el croar de las ranas, admirar los rayos de la luna que cabrillean en las aguas; déjeme que me detenga en esta naturaleza, donde creo ver mi felicidad escrita en cada cosa y que se me aparece por vez primera en todo su esplendor, iluminada por el amor, embellecida por usted.

These two natures, both so large and full — one commonplace but divinely kind, the other lofty and sublime — had fallen into unison gently, without a jar, without a flash of passion, as though two pure lights had been merged into one.

thought of what Mama liked to say: to find this kind of love, you have to enter deep country.

My mind mellows now, and I sit back, glad to be done with a busy day. Evening's tranquility presents a chance to settle in with myself and with You. It is the time of day that I most often reflect on who I am and what my life means.

To the imaginative, it is always something of an adventure to walk down a pleached alley. You enter boldly enough, but soon you find yourself wishing you had stayed outside — it is not air that you are breathing, but silence, the almost palpable silence of trees.

quiet days, smells and noises that are like old tunes, healing nights…

Happy he who far from business, like the primitive are of mortals, cultivates with his own oxen the fields of his fathers, free from all anxieties of gain.

In adversity remember to keep an even mind.

This used to be among my prayers—a piece of land not so very large, which would contain a garden, and near the house a spring of ever-flowing water, and beyond these a bit of wood.

Cease your efforts to find where the last rose lingers.