Quotes About Serenity

I love the beach.

The beach has always been a constant in my life.

I really love the beach.

I'm living by the beach so it's nice to wake up in the morning and see the beach.

I go to the beach with some family. I like to go there because I'm alone and I can think.

I love high summer as well, but nothing beats a perfect May morning.

There is nothing - nothing - that beats being in the jungles. It's so easy to just sit and meditate there.

Life is such a beautiful thing. When you sit for a moment during the day and live that particular moment, everything seems perfect.

Ecstasy and beauty are eternal.

I like to go to bed early.

I like to get to bed with a clear head.

I love it when the sunrays enter my bedroom in the morning.

Bedtime is truly one of my favorite times.

I love being alone.

Touching soap bubbles is another lovely metaphor.

Do you have the patience to wait till your mud settles and the water is clear? Can you remain unmoving till the right action arises by itself? LAO-TZU, Tao-te-Ching

The tourists who come to visit may be disappointed if they can't see the mountain clearly, but it's all the same to the mountain--seen or unseen, in sun or clouds, broiling or frigid, it just sits, being itself.

Meditation is a way of being, not a technique.

The mountain image held in the mind's eye and in the body can freshen our memory of why we are sitting in the first place, and of what it truly means, each time we take our seat, to dwell in the realm of non-doing. Mountains are quintessentially emblematic of abiding presence and stillness.

Inner peace exists outside of time.

interface with this moment in full awareness, with the intention to embody as best we can an orientation of calmness, mindfulness, and equanimity right here and right now.

but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude….

But if he pitied himself in those last difficult hours–because he was so young, because he was alone, because his body had betrayed him and his will had let him down– it's not apparent from the photograph. He is smiling in the picture, and there is no mistaking the look in his eyes. Chris McCandless was at peace, serene as a monk gone to God.

Every step of the road was just as she'd dreamt it all the time she'd been away. Every step took her further away from the smoke and the noise and the loneliness and fear of the city she'd left behind. Every step drew her deeper into the hollows of the landscape, the green hills and shining rivers and mist-tangled treetops.