Quotes About Serene

Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place.

What a marvelous sunset,' she said. 'Yes,' replied her husband. 'Most impressive for such a small village.

He stopped to look around. Everything was silent.

placid, adj. Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still...

The snow on the distant mountains was soft and creamy, as if veiled in a faint smoke.

I am not a particularly aggressive person. That's not Erica.

I am never angry, although sometimes distressed.

I'm not an angry man.

I don't think I get angry.

And, judging from Dame Jessamine's serene and smiling face, he had succeeded in removing completely the terrible impression produced by her husband's parting words, and in restoring to what she was pleased to call her mind its normal condition, namely that of a kettle that contains just enough water to simmer comfortably over a low fire.

My house is a very calm and beautiful place and is full of positive energy.

My house feels like a proper home. It's very relaxed with a hippyish vibe.

The climate suits me, and London has the greatest serious music that you can hear any day of the week in the world - you think it's going to be Vienna or Paris or somewhere, but if you go to Vienna or Paris and say, 'Let's hear some good music', there isn't any.

Lady Helen, who had been accompanied by her husband, Mr. Rhys Winterborne, was far more reserved than the twins. Instead of Pandora's raw and radiant energy, or Cassandra's effervescent charm, she possessed a quality of sweet, patient gravity. With her silver-blonde hair and willowy slenderness, Helen seemed as ethereal as a figure form from a painting by Bougereau.

Catherine's face was peaceful, her lips slightly parted. Curled among the white bed linens, a glimpse of her pink shoulder visible, that golden hair streaming everywhere, she looked like a confection placed amid swirls of whipped cream.

you stood still.

When they woke on the morning of November 6, the sky was fired a pale blue, the air soft and nearly motionless.

Then I thought of reading—the nice and subtle happiness of reading. This was enough, this joy not dulled by Age, this polite and unpunishable vice, this selfish, serene, life-long intoxication.

Then I though of reading -- the nice and subtle happiness of reading ... this joy not dulled by age, this polite and unpunishable vice, this selfish, serene, lifelong intoxication.

Memory is the happiness of being alone.

Where she was a storm in her own right, always a swirling mass of tangled, wild emotions, he was the calm eye of any storm that came his way.

Don't bother me. I'm living happily ever after.

He who is strung doesn't need a tongue.

My workspace is defined by books, ephemera, quiet and light. I don't have a computer, telephone or a fax machine there.