Quotes About Serenity

Thought, infinitesimal thought, calm thought, pain. Later, he asked himself how he had entered the calm. He couldn't talk about it with himself. Only joy at feeling he was in harmony with the words: "Later, he ...

I'm perfectly capable of staying indoors at home for a week without going anywhere. I enjoy just existing. I don't think of Formula 1 for twenty-four hours a day.

There is always a wonderful silence here…. One could hear the water sleep….

As gold and silver are weighed in pure water, so does the soul test its weight in silence, and the words that we let fall have no meaning apart from the silence that wraps them round.

I've come here for the silence," he said. "Silence," repeated

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.

Go Placidly, Amid the noise and Haste & Remember what peace there may be in silence...

You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

make for yourself at least a little corner, somewhere in the great world, where you may unbosom and be kind.

Sleep quietly, now that the gates of the day are closed. Leave tomorrow's problems for tomorrow. The earth is peaceful. Only the stars are abroad; and they will not cause you any trouble.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.

The grasshoppers are all right.

God sees us as men and women in whom and through whom He can do a great work. He sees us as already serene, confident, and cheerful. He sees us not as pathetic victims of life, but masters of the art of living; not wanting sympathy, but imparting help to others, and therefore thinking less and less of ourselves, and full, not of self-concern, but of love and laughter and a desire to serve. . .

They stood, caught in the eternity of a moment.

We are able to laugh when we achieve detachment, if only for a moment.

In which they are alone now and there doesn't seem to be anyone around. Sometime

Perhaps I shall take my fortune and retire to the country and read novels where other characters must bother with these sorts of troubles.

Bila je tiha luka, u ?iji sam mir ulazio slomljen olujom, ali sre?an što se vra?am.

Bilo mi je lijepo, bio sam gotovo sre?an. Zurio sam u blistavu vodu, satima, i puštao da mi preko ruke prelazi obli talasi?, dragaju?i me, kao da je živ stvor. I to je bilo sve što sam htio, sve što sam želio.

Ništa ?ovjeku nije važnije od svog mira i od sre?e koju sâm stvori. Zato je treba ?uvati, tu svoju sre?u, opkoliti je šan?evima, i nikome ne dozvoliti da je ugrozi.

But more and more often I caught myself feeling comfortable in the warmth of the sun, with my readings, with the reflections in the water. Life became ordinary, even beautiful, tranquil. It seemed that I really was forgetting; a quiet reigned within me. But then, unexpectedly, for no apparent reason, unaccompanied by any thoughts that might have summoned it, a fiery stab would pierce through me, like a hidden, torturous pain, like a cramp.

Crne o?i koje miruju, odaju?i život negdje unutra, kao duboka voda, lice osvijetljeno ispod kože mlije?nim svjetilj?icama, tijelo što ne zove, ve? zaprepaš?uje, postoji kao celina jer je sklad. Djeluje dirljivo lijepo. Kao muzika. Neodre?eno, a snažno, ne odvajaju?i se, okre?e nas u nas same, živi za sebe a za nas.

A izgledao sam miran. Na to se ?ovjek navikne.

This solitude hurt pleasantly; it made me sorry, but I would not have traded it for anything. The ground smelled of the warm moisture of spring. Turtledoves landed in the poplars, pigeons were bathing in the shallow water, ruffling their feathers, splashing red and green droplets all around. A cowbell rang sluggishly somewhere in the distance. A familiar place, familiar colours, familiar sounds. I looked around: it was mine. I smelled the air: it was mine. I listened: it was mine.