James Herriot Quotes

The thing that I love, especially after sound check, is when I'm in that stadium alone. It's complete silence. I love that.

The silence was always the greates temptation.

Silence is so accurate.

With Jackson there was quiet solitude. Just to sit and look at the landscape. An inner quietness. After dinner, to sit on the back porch and look at the light. No need for talking. For any kind of communication.

I love silence.

Only silence perfects silence.

I like silence.

I really love peace and quiet.

Silence is refreshment for the soul.

Sometimes it was so quiet, it's frightening. It really prioritizes things.

I would head to the countryside for peace and silence. That would be the best way, away from panicked, hysterical people.

I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water.

Each found her greatest safety in silence.

All the rest is silence On the other side of the wall, And the silence ripeness, And the ripeness all.

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But it's peculiar, as soon as I am in the midst of nature and by myself, everything that is base and trivial vanishes without trace. On such days nothing scares me; and this helps me again and again.

Take time to be quiet.

No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower. So the nightbirds will start singing.

Silence has a regenerative power of its own. It is always sacred. It always returns you home.

No one dare disturb the sound of silence...

Give me the clear blue sky over my head, and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and a three hours' march to dinner - and then to thinking! ... I begin to feel, think, and be myself again. Instead of an awkward silence, broken by attempts at wit or dull common-places, mine is that undisturbed silence of the heart which alone is perfect eloquence.

I liked the solitude and the silence of the woods and the hills. I felt there the sense of a presence, something undefined and mysterious, which was reflected in the faces of the flowers and the movements of birds and animals, in the sunlight falling through the leaves and in the sound of running water, in the wind blowing on the hills and the wide expanse of earth and sky.

There is something about silence and being in the middle of nowhere that is really very attractive.

Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life.

ELECTED Silence, sing to me And beat upon my whorlèd ear, Pipe me to pastures still and be The music that I care to hear.