Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes

For me, California is all about rest, relaxation, space.

Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.

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

A tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me!... Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

Seek out a tree and let it teach you stillness.

Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm, you triumph.

When you look at a tree and perceive its stillness, you become still yourself. You connect with it at a very deep level. You feel a oneness with whatever you perceive in and through stillness.

Speak not, move not, but listen, the sky is full of gold. No ripple on the river, no stir in field or fold, All gleams but naught doth glisten, but the far-off unseen sea. Forget days past, heart broken, put all memory by! No grief on the green hillside, no pity in the sky, Joy that may not be spoken fills mead and flower and tree.

A great silent space holds all of nature in its embrace. It also holds you.

The wall is silence, the grass is sleep, Tall trees of peace their vigil keep, And the Fairy of Dreams with moth-wings furled. Plays soft on her flute to the drowsy world.

A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in--what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.

Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.

I like old people, just as I like old trees: in their shadow there is freshness and peace, one admires them, and around them everything is so calm.

Their love as a dragonfly, skimming over echo park, stoppin to visit the lotus. Eating dreams and drinking blue sky.

Your house is your larger body. It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless. Does not your house dream, and dreaming, leave the city for grove or hilltop?

The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn something by being nothing

Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,' she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have!

At home, I love reaching out into that absolute silence, when you can hear the owl or the wind.

If you want to relax, watch the clouds pass by if you're laying on the grass, or sit in front of the creek; just doing nothing and having those still moments is what really rejuvenates the body.

But I try to steal other moments. Sometimes I get up very early in the morning and enjoy a quiet house and cup of tea before the craziness begins. Other times, I'll take a quick walk on the beach. You can find peace in a few minutes.

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

There's something about the water - that solitary kind of peaceful feeling. You're on Earth but not quite.

The only time I can really relax is up a tree or somewhere outside. I love being outside.