Quotes About Serene

In a serener Bright, In a more golden light I see Each little doubt and fear, Each little discord here Removed.

Our lives are Swiss, so still- so cool

The low grass loaded with the dew

Cluain Mhic Nóis

Rosehill was shady and beautiful, the most serene place I could imagine. It had been closed to the public for years, and sometimes as I wandered alone - and often lonely - through the lush fern beds and long curtains of silvery moss, I pretended the crumbling angels were wood nymphs and fairies and I their ruler, queen of my own graveyard kingdom.

the moon is tender

Nothing that happens on the surface of the sea can alter the calm of its depths

A garden is to be a world unto itself, it had better make room for the darker shades of feeling as well as the sunny ones.

I'll tell you what, it doesn't get more beautiful than the west of Ireland. Connemara and County Derry are quite stunning, really.

To visit the West Coast, now and always, is to be overwhelmed by its beauty - the blue water and blue skies, the temperate air and the beaches and the looming mountains not so far away.

I've never been a big nightlife person. I have a pretty low-key life.

I definitely need to date someone who is calm.

I have lived in South Delhi amidst greenery.

I'm a chilled-out player, if that's the best way to describe me.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, And keeps that palace of the soul serene.

This place is clockless as paradise.

Where the first trembling rays of the morning sun gleam upon the flowers and crags and snow of Mount

Strange to the world, he wore a bashful look, The fields his study, Nature was his book; And, as revolving SEASONS chang'd the scene From heat to cold, tempestuous to serene, Though every change still varied his employ, Yet each new duty brought its share of joy.

be sure of having used to the full all that is communicated by immobility and silence.

The rose petal floats on water. The kingfisher flashes above the pond. Life and beauty swirl in the midst of death.

sky, and fleecy white clouds billowed across it.

Rand threw open the door to the kitchens, and there they were. Moiraine rested her serene eyes on him, unsurprised.

Suddenly his face wasn't twitching. It was smooth as a baby's & peaceful, but peaceful in the way that intensity can sometimes momentarily make a face look peaceful & pure.

Besides, I've been feeling a little blue — just a pale, elusive azure. It isn't serious enough for anything darker.