Quotes About Serenity

Music and silence combine strongly because music is done with silence, and silence is full of music.

In the solitary farmhouse of the hills there was a great joy in life, much tenderness, and much hope.

the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation

A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness.

How often have I watched, and longed to imitate when I should be free to live as I chose, a rower who had slipped his oars and lay flat on his back in the bottom of the boat, letting it drift with the current, seeing nothing but the sky gliding slowly by above him, his face aglow with a foretaste of happiness and peace!

My aching heart was soothed; I let myself be borne upon the current of this gentle night ...

Para estar al borde del mar no hay más que cerrar los ojos.

The woods, the vines, the very stones, were at one with the brightness of the sun and the unblemished sky, and even when the sky grew overcast, the multitude of leaves, as in a sudden change of tone, the earth of the roads, the roofs of the town, seemed as though caught up in the unity of a brand-new world. And all that Jean was feeling seemed without effort to chime with the surrounding oneness, and he was conscious of the perfect joy which is the gift of harmony.

There is, following an ample meal, a sort of pause in time, filled with a gentle slackening of thought and energy, when to sit doing nothing gives us a sense of life's richness and a feeling that the least effort would be intolerable. The melancholy we took with us to table has disappeared and, if we think of it at all it is only to smile, as at some black mood now past, its cause having gone. And with the melancholy, all scruple, all remorse departs from us.

rejoicing in a peace which brings only an increase of anxiety,...

As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight;

For solitude sometimes is best society and short retirement urges sweet return.

Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies.

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike.

One should go to the woods for safety, if for nothing else.

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.

every sight and sound inspiring, leading one far out of himself, yet feeding and building up his individuality.

Come to the woods, for here is rest.

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Here grow the wallflower and the violet. The squirrel will come and sit upon your knee, the logcock will wake you in the morning. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill. Of all the upness accessible to mortals, there is no upness comparable to the mountains.

Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.

the lake a perfect mirror reflecting the sky and mountains with their stars and trees and wonderful sculpture, all their grandeur refined and doubled,—a marvelously impressive picture, that seemed to belong more to heaven than earth.

Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.

When one is alone at night in the depths of these woods, the stillness is at once awful and sublime. Every leaf seems to speak.