Quotes About Serene

We need to keep the Garden a place that's comfortable and safe for everybody who goes there.

I love being in the garden, and my 'chilling-out room' is almost like being out there.

In acting, you get to that place where it's serene, where you just feel it. I'm glad to be doing the drama because you can kind of take your time more and let a moment live more.

Even in winter an isolated patch of snow has a special quality.

Ah, sweet Content, where doth thine harbour hold.

There is a quiet place in Hawaii where, for over thirty years, I've gone to draw inspiration and write many of my books.

I live right in the middle of nowhere and I thoroughly enjoy it.

The superior thing, in this as in other departments of life, was to be late. Lateness showed that serene contempt for the illusion we call time which is so necessary to ensure the respect of others and oneself. Only the servile are punctual...

He'd never seen a rain quite like this so gentle that it seemed barely to fall yet slowly laid its shine on the bay leaves and hydrangea flowers…

Like a swan, she made no sound.

You believed you could transcend the body as you aged, she tells herself. You believed you could rise above it, to a serene, nonphysical realm. But it's only through ecstasy you can do that, and ecstasy is achieved through the body itself. Without the bone and sinew of wings, no flight. Without that ecstasy you can only be dragged further down by the body, into its machinery. Its rusting, creaking, vengeful, brute machinery.

Waves of a serene life pass over us from time to time, like flakes of sunlight over the fields in cloudy weather.

A late summer garden has a tranquility found no other time of the year.

An ordinary visit to a beautiful garden always creates an extraordinary time!

No - I'm quite calm inside during the game for most of the time - not 100%, but generally very calm.

Mummy calm and cool as a cucumber.

He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.

He took my head in both his hands. There was no dreadful pressure; there was no pain. It was gentle, the manner in which he was holding me.

The humming of the birds was becoming hypnotic, and again there came a low hiss of rain.

He stood watching me, growing ever more calm, but certainly enrapt.

The silence of the golden room answered. It was as cold as the shrine in the mountains. I

How can I describe him? His beauty did not depend on his facial expression. It was tempered already on his face. It was all wrought up with his fine bones, serene mouth, and his auburn curls.

But all this he bore with the most serene expression. He nodded to his fellow students. He flashed a disarming smile at those who had ridiculed him.

the pastel sea of trees and flowers.