Quotes About Serenity

The cold water stung Cassandra's toes. She thought about everything—a blur of images and sounds: leaving Clarion, driving to the Cape, Noah kissing her, unpacking the car into the cottage, the cello singing out to the sea—and then she sank into the moment and let herself think about nothing. It had been so long since she'd been able to think about nothing. Nothing at all.

The white moth of hope fluttered before her face.

Being broke didn't seem so awful as it had yesterday, being broke but being at peace with the world. ("Don't Wait Up For Me Tonight")

She wanted to quietly drift back into the shadows and live a life where nobody got hurt. Was that too much to ask?

The sound of slapping water, the deep swallows made only by large masses of liquid, was almost too much to bear. I stood at the edge of the waterpocket, where much of the desert dropped off below, showing pockets of even greater size, and lifted my arms straight into the sky. Beads came down my body. This was abundance.

This morning I breathe iced air, and wander toward the waves. For a moment I live without care; a moment all my heart craves.

For a brief moment two young brothers appear immobile on this rubble. Their faces are serene and still. It is my blood. My brother untouched and unchanged, alive now in some distant place, full of hope and grace. All sweet with no bitter; all bright and no pale. The rough is made smooth; the dark clouds, a dream.

I knew we'd been out there on the water a long time when the sun began its colorful descent to meet the horizon.

noise and come

And the sea has boundless patience.

Because I have developed my trust in God, I am no longer disturbed by irritating circumstances. Whenever they arise, I simply look to Him and say, "Lord, I trust you, and I know that everything will be just fine.

Happiness comes in small peaces. Stop looking for it, before you'll get lost. Don't expect too much, or you'll make room for disappointment. Take life as it is and you'll enjoy it!

I wish I could live underwater. Maybe then my skin would absorb the sea's consoling silence.

And an unstable childhood makes you appreciate calmness and not crave excitement. To spend a Saturday afternoon mopping your kitchen floor while listening to opera on the radio, and to go that night to an Indian restaurant with a friend and be home by nine o'clock - these are enough. They are gifts.

She was so much better at being alone; being alone came more naturally to her. She led a life of deliberate solitude, and if occasional loneliness crept in, she knew how to work her way out of that particular divot. Or even better, how to sink in and absorb its particular comforts.

She was so much better at being alone; being alone came more naturally to her. She led a life of deliberate solitude, and if occasional loneliness crept in, she knew how to work her way out … Or even better, how to sink in and absorb its particular comforts.

She was so much better at being alone; being alone came more naturally to her. She led a life of deliberate solitude, and if occasional loneliness crept in, she knew how to work her way out of that particular divot. Or even better, how to sink in and absorb its particular comforts. On

One of the many qualities she and her mother shared was a mutual love for an event concluded. It was an inclination she fought all her life. She loved a party best when it was over and the house had been restored to order and she could sit in the quiet and replay the evening. Too often, she looked forward to the end of something-to beginning the remembering-more than the thing itself.

The secret of success is to be in harmony with existence, to be always calm to let each wave of life wash us a little farther up the shore.

Like water, we are truest to our nature in repose.

Joy is a subtle elf; I think one's happiest when he forgets himself.

Joy's a subtle elf; I think man's happiest when he forgets himself.

Joy's a subtil elf. I think man's happiest when he forgets himself.

Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I entered the clarity of early morning. One after another my former lives were departing, like ships, together with their sorrow. And the countries, cities, gardens, the bays of seas assigned to my brush came closer, ready now to be described better than they were before.