Quotes About Serenity

nothing could be more pleasant than to live in solitude, enjoy the spectacle of nature, and occasionally read some book...

She thrust her hands in her pockets and turned her snakestone over and over. She found it helped her think.

The cloud cover was heavy and multilayered, shades of slate blue and silver, pearl and charcoal, like a sketch washed with watercolour.

Being here is like standing at the edge of the sea under a wide sky: clear, open, clean, and bright. Here is where I am meant to be.

Beeches were rare north of the Humber, and she loved the way they whispered in the wind, like women before they fell asleep.

I stood there for a long time after he bumped his way over the turf and down the track, until the smell of his exhaust had faded into the trees and soil, and I could hear nothing but the buds. The air smelled like rain.

Hild stared at him, her mind smooth as wax.

She let the ebb and flow of the hall wash over her, much as she sometimes sat behind bracken at the edge of a clearing or reeds by the edge of a pool.

She walked in the evening through her domaine, as aware of it as if her own body.

Hild stepped forward so the moon caught her face, thin and pale.

Ninety feet over my head the canopy of ash and white basswood shivered the constant mountain breeze; it was never quiet, not even at night. I stood for a while and just listened.

Quiet mouth, bright mind.

It felt like a moment out of time, endless. The grass was pleasantly prickly against her thighs and arms. She stretched, wiggled, laughed: happy.

She wiped her eyes, her not-blue eyes, and walked on through a drift of rain so fine it settled on her sleeve like dew.

The first thing that caught her eye was one of J.C. Dahl's huge paintings of fjord light and water. She stood before it and her restlessness dropped away. She became as still as the deep dark of the fjord. I know if I put my hands on her shoulders, they would be soft and relaxed. This was a Julia I had not seen before: distant, analytical, expert.

Hild did what she always she did when she couldn't influence a thing; she stopped thinking about it.

The lake sometimes has a mind of its own; there's no telling how it might treat you.

Hild nodded, but couldn't say anything. Soft, shocking echoes lapped at her bones and squeezed her insides. Gwladus kept stroking her belly and the echoes began to run into one another like ripples on a pond, and then slowly calmed.

She was smiling, an otter playing in a smoky waterfall. My face ached. It seemed I was smiling, too.

Hild slipped away to sit in the moon shadow of a tufted dune with the sheathed knife in her lap and listen to the night breeze in the grass and think about nothing in particular.

Serenity is the fruit of uncertainty freely accepted.

Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; the courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference. from the SERENITY PRAYER

Finalement, ce qui constitue l'ossature de l'existence, ce n'est ni la famille, ni la carrière, ni ce que d'autres diront ou penseront de vous, mais quelques instants de cette nature, soulevés par une lévitation plus sereine encore que celle de l'amour, et que la vie nous distribue avec une parcimonie à la mesure de notre faible cœur.

Tu sais que t'es chez toi quand t'as trouvé un trou où calancher en paix.