Quotes About Serene

What a nice night for an evening.

Bayard was a blade of radiant light, the power of the sun. Yet he was serene, controlled. He listened to Khaster's outpourings in the stillness, perhaps fascinated.

The place was not like Caradore; the feeling was entirely different. Caradore was raw, as if the mountains were still young. Recolletine seemed older, more serene. It could be a place of healing, yes, but Khaster did not feel his spirit stir to the insistent throb of energy in the earth. There were no stark pure winds here, no pure demanding sky.

He was such a serene creature, fits of temper or melancholy on Khaster's part barely touched him. Tayven was a being of light, and now Khaster craved those rays. He could see how it might be easy to become addicted to Tayven's presence. It was all that Almorante had promised.

Khaster looked vulnerable and beautiful. He looked pure.

I am serene and balanced, whether life is perfect or not.

Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red....

Very different from eros is philia, a serene love much more akin to friendship, with its reciprocal kindnesses. You love each other for the happy experiences and pleasures you share.

Just knowing that you are there and you would be thinking about me while I am thinking about you makes my heart feel serene and contented.

Love happens sublimely, serenely and accidentally! It will happen when you least expect it to!

You are to me like white islands, in a world of vast darkness.

Andaba distraído, con la cabeza en las nubes, media sonrisa en los labios y ese aire sereno de quienes tienen el lujo de no saber cómo funciona el mundo. Nunca había visto una fotografía suya, pero supo quién era antes de verle aproximarse a la puerta de la librería.

She Walks in Beauty Like the Night Of Cloudless Climes and Starry Skies

Sun rays found their way through the leaves, and the creek bubbled along like it had nowhere to go and all day to get there.

Always just pleasant. Never overexcited. Never, in fact, excited at all. Just pleasant, which is simply another word for nice.

Nothing really annoys me, I'm not that kind of person, I'm quite laid back about most things.

I'm a mellow fellow. Nothing much bothers me.

Generally, I'm a pretty mellow guy.

I love the Gulf of Mexico.

The sharpest of natural experiences is like sleep, compared with the awakening which is contemplation. The keenest and surest natural certitude is a dream compared to this serene comprehension.

I love to close my eyes a moment and think of the land outside, white under the mingled snow and moonlight--the heaps of stones by the roadside white--snow in the furrows. Mon Dieu! How quiet and how patient!

Very early morning. The sun was not yet risen, and the whole of Crescent Bay was hidden under a white sea-mist. The big bush-covered hills at the back were smothered. You could not see where they ended and the paddocks and bungalows began.

Very early morning. The sun was not yet risen, and the whole of Crescent Bay was hidden under a white sea-mist. The big bush-covered hills at the back were smothered. You could not see where

Don't mistake not worrying for not caring. Peace isn't something I can explain, but I'm grateful to have it. This feels much better.