Quotes About Serenity

The pursuit of virtue results in a degree of tranquility, which in turn makes it easier for us to pursue virtue.

use our reasoning ability to drive away "all that excites or affrights us.

la serenidad estoica era un estado psicológico caracterizado por la ausencia de emociones negativas, como la aflicción, la ira y la ansiedad, y la presencia de emociones positivas, como la alegría.

My progress was rendered delightful by the sylvan elegance of the groves, chearful meadows, and high distant forests, which in grand order presented themselves to view.

The moon like a flowerIn heaven's high bower,With silent delight,Sits and smiles on the night.

Why does the sea induce these feelings of transcendence in us? Is it because an unobstructed view of overarching sky meeting endlessly stirring water is as close as we can come on this earth to a visual symbol of the infinite?

The sun sat, in immense fieriness, just above the horizon, the sea, glittering in great swatches of phosphorescent white, waiting to receive it. Then the blazing ball dived and was gone, swallowed in one big gulp by the hungry waters. Amazing how fast, once it got near it, the sun in these latitudes hastened into the sea.

A green world, a scene of green, deep / with light blues, the greens made deep / by those blues. One thinks how / in certain pictures, envied landscapes are seen / (through a window, maybe) far behind the serene / sitter's face, the serene pose, as though/in some impossible mirror, face to back, / human serenity gazed at a green world / which gazed at this face.

We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet.

When one gets quiet, then something wakes up inside one, something happy and quiet like the stars.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping...I hear it in the deep heart's core.

But the sea which no one tends is also a garden

If aught of oaten stop or pastoral songMay hope, O pensive Eve, to soothe thine ear.

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.

I praise the Frenchman [La Bruyère], his remark was shrewd—How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!But grant me still a friend in my retreatWhom I may whisper—solitude is sweet.

O Solitude! where are the charmsThat sages have seen in thy face?

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,Some boundless contiguity of shade,Where rumor of oppression and deceit,Of unsuccessful or successful war,Might never reach me more.

...So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.

The tide of life, swift always in its course, May run in cities with a brisker force, But nowhere with a current so serene, Or half so clear, as in the rural scene.

How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.

All at once A fresher wind sweeps by, and breaks my dream, And I am in the wilderness alone.