Quotes About Serene

How softly runs the afternoon Beneath the billowy clouds of June!

Give me a field where the unmowed grass grows...

Happiness flutters in the air whilst we rest among the breaths of nature.

Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.

A poem should be motionless in time As the moon climbs.

[S]ome of the rarest days of the year come in September, days when it is comfortably cool but pulsing with life.

Soft-eyed September...

The dome of coolness above the pond throbs with croaking. Dragonflies and damselflies pierce the slanting light that burnishes the surface of the water with fire. At the edges frogs wait to spring.

Northern Pennines.

My heart is quite calm now. I will go back.

It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame, crowned, high in the effulgence symbolistic, high, of the ethereal bosom, high, of the high vast irradiation everywhere all soaring all around about the all, the endlessnessnessness...

She said he just looked as if he was asleep, he looked that peaceful and resigned. No one would think he'd make such a beautiful corpse.

It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained...

Woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet. White breast of the dim sea. The twining stresses, two by two. A hand plucking the harpstrings, merging their twining chords.

You can't be unhappy in the middle of a big, beautiful river.

I have not much love for the bright lights - unless it's the sun creeping up over the horizon.

Let your mind be quiet, realizing the beauty of the world, and the immense boundless treasures that it holds.

I have to stay calm, cool, and collected.

I don't mind staying home. I'm a homebody anyway, so I don't mind.

Those who knew Benjaman Franklin will recollect, that his mind was ever young; his temper ever serene; science, that never grows grey, was always his mistress. He was never without an object; for when we cease to have an object we become like an invalid in an hospital waiting for death.

Keep cool but care

Life is meant to be lived from a Center, a divine Center…Life from the Center is a life of unhurried peace and power. It is simple. It is serene. It is amazing. It is triumphant. It is radiant. It takes no time, but it occupies all our time. And it makes our life programs new and overcoming. We need not get frantic. He is at the helm. And when our little day is done we lie down quietly in peace, for all is well.

Contentment doth not appear only now and then, as some stars which are seen but seldom; it is a settled temper of heart.

She was so pale she could have been moonlight.