Serene Quotes

“Half of me is filled with bursting words and half of me is painfully shy. I crave solitude yet also crave people. I want to pour life and love into everything yet also nurture my self-care and go gently. I want to live within the rush of primal, intuitive decision, yet also wish to sit and contemplate. This is the messiness of life - that we all carry multitudes, so must sit with the shifts. We are complicated creatures, and ultimately, the balance comes from this understanding. Be water. Flowing, flexible and soft. Subtly powerful and open. Wild and serene. Able to accept all changes, yet still led by the pull of steady tides. It is enough.”
― Victoria Erickson

“Always ask yourself: "What will happen if I say nothing?”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Kindness is strength. Good-nature is often mistaken for virtue, and good health sometimes passes for genius. Anger blows out the lamp of the mind. In the examination of a great and important question, every one should be serene, slow-pulsed, and calm. Intelligence is not the foundation of arrogance. Insolence is not logic. Epithets are the arguments of malice.”
― Robert Green Ingersoll , The Christian Religion: An Enquiry

“There are bodies buried everywhere you just have to know where to look.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

“Whenever you are angry, take a beautiful object in your house and smash it to pieces. The pity you feel for what you have done is silly compared to what you are doing to your mind: taking a sacred moment to be alive and desecrating it by being angry.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I love waking up with you, Sam. You feel so good. You smell so good and when I open my eyes and see you laying there so peaceful and serene, I can’t help myself. I’m usually able to look at you for a few minutes before my body decides it needs to be in you.”
― P.J. Fiala, Second Chances

“The only piece of home Ofelia had been able to take with her were some of her books. She closed her fingers firmly around the one on her lap, caressing the cover. When she opened the book, the white pages were so bright against the shadows that filled the forest and the words they offered granted shelter and comfort. The letters were like footprints in the snow, a wide white landscape untouched by pain, unharmed by memories too dark to keep, too sweet to let go of.”
― Guillermo del Toro, Pan's Labyrinth: The Labyrinth of the Faun

“Equanimity is often mistaken for depression.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Acceptance is an important part of serenity. It is not enough, however, simply to accept the things we cannot change. For me, serenity comes from not having any investment in the outcome. If I am genuinely serene, then it will not matter to me whether things change or stay the same. Either way, I choose to be happy.”
― Victor Shamas, The Chanter's Guide: Sacred Chanting As a Shamanic Practice

“When you stop eating meat, you feel light from inside. When you abstain from inflicting cruelty on animals, you will no longer be an agent of pain.”
― Shivanshu K. Srivastava

“He who loves nature loves peace.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“Don't confuse excitement with happiness. The former is feverish and combustible.The latter is serene and long-lasting.”
― Anoir Ou-chad, The Alien

“A person must live in harmony with his or her inner self while recognizing a vital connection to the entire world. A quiet and virtuous mind can live contently no matter what their circumstances, because they do not spend their precious time engaged in worthless faultfinding. Like all despairing men, I need to cease expecting anything from life while expecting more from myself. I aspire to find beauty and joy in the humblest of human activities. I must learn how to ride the clouds and mist, be unperturbed by the petty disputes of humankind, and imperious to other people’s unfavorable opinion of me.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“#Life does play #music, you just have to #tune #yourself to #listen to it.”
― Dr. Prem Jagyasi

“She turns to the piano and begins a song, slow, mournful, that sounds like the wind in my dreams. As her fingers drift over the keys, the song wakes something inside me besides grief - a shadow, shadow of a shadow in the library of my mind, something I never knew forgotten.”
― Pierce Brown, Iron Gold

“La plus violente douleur qu'on puisse éprouver, certes, est la perte d'un enfant pour une mère, et la perte de la mère pour un homme. Cela est violent, terrible, cela bouleverse et déchire; mais on guérit de ces catastrophes comme des larges blessures saignantes. Or, certaines rencontres, certaines choses entr'aperçues, devinées, certains chagrins secrets, certaines perfidies du sort, qui remuent en nous tout un monde douloureux de pensées, qui entr'ouvrent devant nous brusquement la porte mystérieuse des souffrances morales, compliquées, incurables, d'autant plus profondes qu'elles semblent bénignes, d'autant plus cuisantes qu'elles semblent presque insaisissables, d'autant plus tenaces qu'elles semblent factices, nous laissent à l'âme comme une traînée, un goût d'amertume, une sensation de désenchantement dont nous sommes longtemps à nous débarrasser.”
― Guy de Maupassant, Contes de la Bécasse

“As I chewed on the gooey popcorn, looking out at the lake, calm and turquoise now, I tried to recall a more contented moment”
― Barack Obama, Dreams from My Father: A Story of Race and Inheritance

“Walking into the forest, you return to your roots. Disconnected from the chaos, you get reconnected with the beat of life. Disengaging yourself from the grip of pain, you engage your soul in finding the purpose.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“I'm in search of a love
that is wild in its serenity,
loud in its silence,
and lost in its founder.”
― Wan Kenny

“Someday you will meet her. She will make you feel serene and calm. She will understand you. You won't have to explain her things about you and your life.”
― Avijeet Das

“Sometimes the desire to be lost again, as long ago, comes over me like a
vapor. With growth into adulthood, responsibilities claimed me, so many
heavy coats. I didn’t choose them, I don’t fault them, but it took time to
reject them. Now in the spring I kneel, I put my face into the packets of
violets, the dampness, the freshness, the sense of ever-ness. Something is
wrong, I know it, if I don’t keep my attention on eternity. May I be the
tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever
in the stream. May I look down upon the windflower and the bull thistle and
the coreopsis with the greatest respect.”
― Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

“Some day you will meet her. She will make you feel serene and calm. She will understand you. You won't have to explain her things about you and your life.”
― Avijeet Das

“Whenever she anticipated this moment, she imagined feeling euphoric, giddy with excitement. But she is calm, serene.”
― Lisa Medved, The Engraver's Secret

“Through faith we find peace
And above all
It is in loving that we find life”
― Mimi Novic, The Silence Between the Sighs

“The imposter's long, sturdy traveling cloak covered plain, dark, modest traveling clothes. Like the duchess, she was tall and well-rounded, and she spoke with the duchess's aristocratic accent. Also like the duchess, she wore her black hair smoothed back from her face.
Yet for the discerning eye, the differences were obvious. The imposter had a sweeter, rounder face, dominated by large blue eyes striking in their serenity. Her voice was husky, warm, rich. Her hands rested calmly at her waist, and she moved with serene grace, not at all with the brisk certainty of the duchess. She was slow to smile, slow to frown, and never laughed with glorious freedom. Indeed, she seemed to weigh each emotion before allowing it egress, as if sometime in the past every drop of impulsiveness had been choked from her. It wasn't that she was morose, but she was observant, composed, and far too quiet.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“After all, what was the point of showing trepidation? It would merely be another proof that, although Eleanor had traveled across war-torn Europe as the duchess's companion, she hadn't acquired the verve and confidence that characterized Madeline's every move. This wasn't from lack of trials; the two women had faced trials aplenty. It was because- Eleanor sighed as she allowed the butler to take her cloak- Eleanor was born timid. She never remembered a time when her father's shouting hadn't paralyzed her with fright, or when her stepmother's narrow-eyed glare hadn't had the power to turn her into a bowl of quivering blancmange. Which is why Eleanor cultivated a serene facade- she might be a coward, but she saw no reason to announce the fact.”
― Christina Dodd, One Kiss From You

“Among the branches of the trees a tiny white fragment of mist appeared and delicately floated along just over the treetops. In a moment another translucent shred joined it, and another, and another. They sailed along like a half-materialized ghost, growing larger and larger until suddenly they struck a column of warm air and rose into the sky to become little clouds. All over the valley the flimsy little clouds were forming and ascending like the spirits of the dead rising out of a sleeping city.”
― John Steinbeck, To a God Unknown

“The temperate person’s pleasures are durable because they are regular; and all their life is calm and serene, because it is innocent.”
― Anonymous

“Alis had found me a luxurious white velvet cloak for the brisk ride into the hills, and Tamlin had lifted me onto a moon-pale mare with wildflowers woven into her silver mane. If I had wanted to paint a picture of serene purity, it would have been the image I cast that morning, my hair braided above my head, a crown of white hawthorn blossoms upon it. I'd dabbed rouge onto my cheeks and lips- a slight hint of colour. Like the first blush of spring across a winter landscape.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Day Thirty-Four

Handsome hunting heron,
standing in the weir,
our lives are lived apart
yet our bodies are so near;
as you wade across the water
seeking fish to eat,
I cannot help but wonder:
do you ever get cold feet?

Serenely splendid heron,
staring into river,
the wind that blows your feathers
is causing me to shiver;
the setting sun is sinking,
the ducks are flying home,
I cannot help but wonder:
do you ever feel alone?”
― Jez Green, Wonderland: A Forty-Day Poetic Pandemic Diary