Quotes About Serene

The man with the wound in the belly, a very young lad, lay in amongst us, stretched out like a cat in the warm rays of the setting sun. He slipped into death with an almost childlike smile on his face. It was a sight that didn't oppress me, but left me with a fraternal feeling for the dying man.

All they could see was sky, water, birds, light, and confluence. It was the whole morning world.

In legal practice, in the representation of clients, I have always felt deeply engaged, serene, and not all inclined to stand aside. I have always done whatever needed to be done, and have usually gotten my way.

With 'Minecraft,' I've started creating serene ambiance music. As the game went on to become famous, people started identifying me as the ambient music person, which I never actually thought I was.

Anima is walking along the promenade of the waterway that bisects her city, a few early morning barges cruise slowly by

And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light.

He took it for granted that she was content; and she resented his settled calm, his serene dullness, the very happiness she herself brought him.

Those were good days. They were serene days and quite undemonstrative, like the best days in one's life... Nothing happens; one simply lives and breathes and wishes for nothing more, and nothing more.

Those were good days. They were serene days and quite undemonstrative, like the best days in one's life; the boy never forgot them. Nothing happens; one simply lives and breathes and wishes for nothing more, and nothing more.

in the meadows looked beautiful. The

Last night this street had been teeming with people. Now there was practically nobody. Those who were there either slept on a stoop or moved with amazing lethargy, legs congealed together, arms melted against their sides. Mike half expected a patch of tumbleweed to blow through the middle of the street. "You

Tom and Esperanza exchanged vows in a quaint church. White poppies lined the pews. Tom's side of the aisle was dressed in black and white—a sea of penguins. Esperanza's side had so many colors, Crayola sent a scout. It looked like the Halloween parade in Greenwich Village. The organ played beautiful hymns. The choir sang like angels. The setting could not have been more serene. For

Bhutan is a beautiful place. High-end tourists love it.

How lazily the sun goes down in Granada, it hides beneath the water, it conceals in the Alhambra!

I'm particularly inspired by pristine locations. I enjoy working in areas where one can travel for miles without seeing any human influence.

The dance of the palm trees, the oceans calling, the first rays of sun and heaven is here.

I never saw a discontented tree.

Suddenly a mist of green on the trees, as quiet as thought.

The air had that pellucid mountain clarity that made shapes sharper and colors truer. The green of the paddy fields wasn't just green, but a lusty green, full of hunger for sunlight and moisture. And the slopes weren't mere hulks of rock, but the ribs of the valley, protecting the delicate strip of fertile soil from the worst of the harsh elements.

She was very quiet but beneath a placid exterior a continual ferment went on.

Human interaction, the play of emotions I could see over a person's face, had always intrigued me. Emotions, and my lack of ability to fully understand them, were so intriguing. But her face, serene and remote even as she faced a man who would likely inspire rage in others, never changed.

Joys come from simple and natural things; mist over meadows, sunlight on leaves, the path of the moon over water. Even rain and wind and stormy clouds bring joy.

I love the long grass coming up to meet the willows.

Love the sea? I dote upon it--from the beach.