Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes

True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow.

It's beautiful being out in the wild.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

You can't be unhappy in the middle of a big, beautiful river.

I just love being in the middle of nowhere.

Sunsets are my escape into the reality I want to continuously live.

At Last It's a perfect winter day. No wind. No Arctic freeze. Cloudless azure sky. A day to fly. Snow drapes the mountain like ermine, fabulous feather- light powder coaxing me to flee the confines of my room, brave the mostly plowed road up to the closest ski resort. To run from the cloying silence connected Mom and Dad, into encompassing stillness far away from city dirt and noise Far above suburban gridlock. Far beyond the grasp of home.

For those who have experienced the joy of being alone with nature there is really little need for me to say much more; for those who have not, no words of mine can ever describe the powerful, almost mystical knowledge of beauty and eternity that come, suddenly, and all unexpected.

I never get tired of the blue sky.

Come clean with a child heart Laugh as peaches in the summer wind Let rain on a house roof be a song Let the writing on your face be a smell of apple orchards on late June.

All was glorious - a cloudless sky above, a most delicious view around. . . . How great is our good fortune! I care not what may be the condition of the earth; it is the sky that is for me now.

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.

The true call of the desert, of the mountains, or the sea, is their silence - free of the networks of dead speech.

On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul; And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, through the countryside - as happy as if I were a woman. "Sensation

The silence that is in the starry sky, / The sleep that is among the lonely hills.

Back of my forehead I feel tonight A whole sky full of stars. Under a western moon. Life is indeed lovely!

I am alone again and I want to be so; alone with the pure sky and open sea.

That golden sky, which was the doubly blessed symbol of advancing day and of approaching rest.

I have a house on the lake, and I must say, sitting on the dock and taking long morning swims or naked swims under the stars, that just brings me back almost immediately.

Let the moon shine on the in thy solitary walk; and let the misty mountain-winds be free to blow against thee.

Beautiful things like nature inspire me. Sunrise is my favorite time of the day. A sky full of stars can be very inspiring. Quiet moments where you're alone with yourself and the beauty, nature, and majesty that God has created. That is pretty inspiring.

I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up

It would be nice to be a bit autonomous again, to enjoy something a bit quiet.

I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.