Quotes about Serenity
                        Humanity's mission is to find a peace that lies beyond the veil - a peace that is not of this world. The peace that is not of this world is not dependent on human circumstances.
                    — Marianne Williamson
                        
                
                        If I sit for a while, then my impatience, crossness, frustration, are indeed annihilated, and my sense of humor returns.
                    — Madeleine L'Engle
                        
                
                        There are worse places to be than on your own.
                    — Ernest Hemingway
                        
                
                        Laughter is carbonated holiness.
                    — Anne Lamott
                        
                
                        Part of the happiness of life consists not in fighting battles, but in avoiding them. A masterly retreat is in itself a victory.
                    — Norman Vincent Peale
                        
                
                        frustration, complication and misery are available in abundance, but so is God's grace.
                    — Joyce Meyer
                        
                
                        Joy is one part inner peace, one part giddy delight and 100% attainable.
                    — Oprah Winfrey
                        
                
                        A sense of calm came over me. More and more often I found myself thinking, "This is where I belong. This is what I came into this world to do.
                    — Jane Goodall
                        
                
                        Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.
                    — Edith Wharton
                        
                
                        She often climbed up the hill and lay there alone for the mere pleasure of feeling the wind and of rubbing her cheeks in the grass. Generally at such times she did not think of anything, but lay immersed in an in an inarticulate well-being.
                    — Edith Wharton
                        
                
                        She rose too, not as if to meet him or to flee from him, but quietly, as though the worst of the task were done and she had only to wait; so quietly that, as he came close, her outstretched hands acted not as a check but as a guide to him.
                    — Edith Wharton
                        
                
                        as usual, kept the fire alive and the lamp trimmed; and the room, with its rows and rows of books
                    — Edith Wharton
                        
                 
                        