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Quotes About Serenity

Peace is only a thought away.
~ Jill Bolte Taylor
To experience peace does not mean that your life is always blissful. It means that you are capable of tapping into a blissful state of mind amidst the normal chaos of a hectic life.
~ Jill Bolte Taylor
When she doesn't want to think about something sad or hurtful, she does what she instructed her own children and those she taught to do: Close your eyes and go somewhere safe and good. Picture something good.
~ Jill McCorkle
But you need your happy place. If it's not here, you have to go to it. And I need to let you." She paused, let out a soft broken breath. "You taught me that.
~ Jill Shalvis
WELCOME TO LUCKY HARBOR! Home to 2,100 lucky people And 10,100 shellfish
~ Jill Shalvis
lasting joy is not a matter of what's happening around you, but inside you.
~ Jim Burns
I did absolutely nothing. Carefully.
~ Jim Butcher
but once you put all the stupid things I do aside, I'm really not all that interesting. I like reading, staying home, going on walks with my dog—it's like I'm already a retiree. Who wants to hear about that? Especially when I would have to scream it over the music to which no one dances.
~ Jim Butcher
You need some time in a quiet place, boss. Unkink your brain's do. Mellow your vibe." "Thank you, Doctor Fraud
~ Jim Butcher
Don't borrow trouble.
~ Jim Butcher
It was the same thing, resting in my grave. Peace. I wasn't going anywhere and it made me happy. If only I'd brought a book, my day would have been perfect.
~ Jim Butcher
Me alejé de la casa y caminé hacia el lago. Hacía viento, pero estaba despejado. Era una noche algo fresca. Los altos y viejos árboles crujían y gemían bajo el viento. Todavía era demasiado pronto para que los mosquitos empezaran a hacer de las suyas. La luna, en lo alto, estaba en creciente, casi llena, con alguna nube esporádica que pasaba por delante como un velo transparente. Era una noche perfecta para atrapar hadas.
~ Jim Butcher
Patiently, more gentle than rain, she made me clean, while I drifted, my eyes closed.
~ Jim Butcher
Faced with an excess of beauty the mind can often only drink.
~ Unknown
I hope to define my life, whatever is left, by migrations, south and north with the birds and far from the metallic fever of clocks, the self staring at the clock saying, "I must do this." I can't tell the time on the tongue of the river in the cool morning air, the smell of the ferment of greenery, the dust off the canyon's rock walls, the swallows swooping above the scent of raw water.
~ Jim Harrison
I prefer the skyline of a shelf of books.
~ Jim Harrison
They merged again one evening sitting on the porch swing watching fireflies and the thousands of stars above them, idly moving the swing back and forth with their feet. The night was unbearably beautiful with the constellations speaking their own strange language to each other. He told her he thought it might be the uninvented language used by Jesus and the Buddha to speak to each other.
~ Jim Harrison
I found a stock tank and let the horse drink, then tethered it and lifted the dog over the edge and watched it swim in happy circles. I got pretty wet lifting the dog out of the tank but didn't care -- there is something about doing a favor for a dog that calms you down.
~ Jim Harrison
Sometimes I have trouble falling asleep but it's not so bad I don't worry and I don't weep. In fact I'm glad. Because I get up off my pillow and I flip on the light. I get down and get hip in the still of the night I stretch and I yawn and then I breathe real deep And dance myself to sleep. I hoof around my beddie just a-tappin' my toes Before I know what's happened I'm a-ready to doze Got some partners I can count the boogie-woogie sheep I dance myself to sleep.
~ Jim Henson
Peace, Love, and Happiness. --- Jimi Hendrix ---
~ Jimi Hendrix
I just want to live happily ever after, every now and then.
~ Jimmy Buffett
Not just the absence of sound, but positive, warm, burnished silence.
~ Jincy Willett
Qualquer amor já é um pouquinho de saúde, um descanso na loucura.
~ João Guimarães Rosa
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough / without ever having felt sorry for itself.
~ Joan Didion