Quotes About Serene

In regular life, I'm somebody pretty simple, pretty calm.

I'm one of the most chill people I know.

My dad is just chill.

I'm really chill.

I don't find I'm manic at all. I'm very chill.

I have always been like this. I take after my father. I'm just chill.

I'm pretty chill.

I'm pretty chill when I'm not on the court.

For the entire first part of my career, I prided myself on being unflappable even in the most chaotic of circumstances.

Anemone Cave, Acadia National Park, Bar Harbor, Maine

Great music is in a sense serene; it is certain of the values it asserts. But it is also in terror, because those values are threatened, and it is not certain whether they will triumph in this world, and of course music is a missionary effort to colonise earth for imperialistic heaven.

sensación de que había flotado

a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon

You wouldn't let him do it, would you, Jamie? Jamie's expression was very serene. She stared at Andrew when she spoke to her husband. With your permission, I would like to answer him. You have it, Alec replied. Andrew, she called out in a voice as cold and clear as a frigid winter morning, my husband does whatever he wishes to do. I am sometimes allowed to help, though. If he decides to cut off your feet, I will, of course, offer him my assistance.

A person who is impartial, fair, calm, gentle, serene, accepting, and openhearted is indeed a refuge.

I could only think of you as being very distant and beautiful and calm. A lighthouse in clean waters.

She] went around with a beatific smile on her face that could be very irritating if you yourself weren't feeling beatific.

The vanity of man revolts from the serene indifference of the cat.

To speak impartially, the best men that I know are not serene, a world in themselves. For the most part, they dwell in forms, andflatter and study effect only more finely than the rest.

My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth.

As I stood and watched the mists slowly rising this morning I wondered what view was more beautiful than this.

A giraffe is so much a lady that one refrains from thinking of her legs, but remembers her as floating over the plains in long garb, draperies of morning mist her mirage.

The morning is the best time, there are no people around. My pleasant disposition likes the world with nobody in it.

Mountain-rose petals Falling, falling, falling now... Waterfall music