Quotes About Serenity

De pronto tuve conciencia de que ese momento, de que esa rebanada de cotidianidad, era el grado máximo de bienestar, era la Dicha.

A confession : solitude no longer hurt me.

Mirá Agustín, con las amenazas pasa como con los perros bravos: si les tenés miedo, se te echan encima. Si en camio los afrontás con serenidad, entonces te respetan.

Qué espléndida laguna es el silencio.

Una de las cosas más agradables de la vida: ver cómo se filtra el sol entre las hojas

At first she was happy because she had decided to be, and then she relaxed into her happiness and just felt it.

I'll walk off the rest of my mad.

Only she who trusts nothing can know real peace.

It sounds strange to hear people talk about the delights and miracles of technology, when they do not even begin to compare with what you can find in a riverbed.

without rest, we miss the rest of God: the rest he invites us to enter more fully so that we might know him more deeply. "Be still, and know that I am God." Some knowing is never pursued, only received. And for that, you need to be still.

I needed to be in the bush. There I find solitude and beauty and purity and focus. That's where my heart lies.

I went to the Protestant cemetery, and it sounds really morbid, but when I came here, I thought that this is where I want to die. I feel spiritually found here.

everything else out of his mind the way

He ran west, away from the rising sun. The wet sand glistened in the morning light and felt spongy beneath his shoes. The tide was out, and the beach sat wide, filled with a fresh assortment of seashells and sand crabs scurrying sideways and jellyfish stranded out of water. Seagulls picked over dead fish, and a pelican stood witness. The wind was down, the sea smooth, and the waves low swells instead of whitecaps. The air was fresh, and the beach was his.

6. Help guide the person to a saner way of thinking when he is calm.

On the fifth day, which was a Sunday, it rained very hard. I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.

The sky was just beginning to light up a little, the quiet time when all the air is clean and you can hear birds, even in the middle of New York City, the time of day you never see except by accident, and you always tell yourself, "I must get up and appreciate this time of day once in awhile," and then you never do. Don't ask me why.

Solitude is different from loneliness. Solitude is rich, inspiring, and restful; replete with space and possibility. Loneliness is empty, pathetic, and enervating; bereft of power and potential. Lonely people expect others to fill their inner void, whereas lovers of solitude—which is what I invite you to become on this journey—recognize that time alone is precious, a refuge where you can practice meeting yourself in the mirror of the blank page.

That was the thing about Levantin: he loved the birds, but he really loved the places they brought him. When you spend your career in the confines of a gray suit, the pipits at dawn above timberline are even more wondrous.

One of the best things about paintings is their silence — which prompts reflection and random reverie.

When we walk in the sun our shadows are like barges of silence.

Let not your heart be troubled,

Milan, Pino was blissfully ignoring the forces of

He'd just sit down, shut his eyes, make this little smile, breathe deep and slow for ten minutes. And then he'd be fine and go back to work. Finally, I asked Kumar if he was praying. He said, no, he was meditating. I told him I had no idea what he was talking about. He said praying was where you talk to God. And meditation was where you listen.