Quotes About Serenity

Harmony in discord.

Simplicity and charm.

The voice from the tree did not summon them to do, but to be satisfied with what was done.

Unless we find repose within ourselves, it is vain to seek it elsewhere.

Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.

Stop for a Moment , Close Your Eyes and Breathe ... Hovsep Kazezian - www.Hkazezian.com

Rain says a noise: shh. You can hear it when it comes down. It is God telling us to be quiet.

Every morning I spend fifteen minutes filling my mind full of God; and so there's no room left for worry thoughts.

In the morning, look out and let the landscape take up full residence in your heart before all is intervened by the sound of human voices.

It is good to make an end of movement, to come to a point of rest, a place of pause. There is some strange magic in activity, in keeping at it, in continuing to be involved in many things that excite the mind and keep the hours swiftly passing. But it is a deadly magic; one is not wise to trust it with too much confidence. The moment of pause, the point of rest, has its own magic.

I sit, I read, I listen to music, I go or a walk, I ride to Prospect Park and sit under the Willow Tree, I remember, I forget, I look at pictures, I do, I do, I do... or I don't, but its peaceful... only me... no worries.

He took another drink, licked his lips and leaned back with his eyes closed for a minute, listening. Marion closed her eyes and just leaned against his chest, feeling the weight and security of his arm around her, moving her toes slightly in time to the music. That last hash and the chartreuse really did it. She felt fine. She felt warm. She felt at home. Trane had just finished a chorus and the piano player came in and Marion muttered a soft, Yeah.

He looked down at the street, and the unbroken whiteness, and watched his foot touch the snow and listened to the slight crunching sound as he stepped forward. He looked back at his footprints. They were fascinating. He had been the only one to walk along this street today. There wasn't even the mark of a dog or squirrel, or the scratch of a bird. He continued through the soft, silent snow, a feeling of peace starting to flow through him, helping make his step lighter and easier.

the water-ousels darted in and out under the ice, singing most sweetly; the willows, all in bud, perfumed the air; and Denali soared clear and brilliant, far above the range, right in front of us. Here

At the heart of happiness lies peace. It is the last and the highest attainment of the soul.

Nothing ever tasted any better than a cold beer on a beautiful afternoon with nothing to look forward to but more of the same.

Meditation is all about the pursuit of nothingness. It's like the ultimate rest. It's better than the best sleep you've ever had. It's a quieting of the mind. It sharpens everything, especially your appreciation of your surroundings. It keeps life fresh.

By nature I'm not a brooder.

The cornet solo of our Gaelic islandsWill sound out every now and againThrough all eternity.I have heard it and am content for ever.

La vita è fatta di problemi irrisolti, vittorie ambigue e vaghe sconfitte, con qualche momento di autentica pace.

When you cross that chasm so that what you believe to be true merges into what is actually true, you have earned the right to inner peace.

It was great to float on your back in a calm sea and have somebody steer you.

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That was the tribute written to twenty-year-old Chester W. Nimitz by the editors of the Lucky Bag, the Naval Academy yearbook of 1905. The quote, from Wordsworth's Excursion, was apt: it got at Nimitz's qualities of serenity, humility, and good-fellowship. He had a pleasant face and an easy manner. He was comfortable in his own skin. He was one of those rare souls who managed to be both supremely confident and genuinely modest.