John Milton Quotes

At sea, I feel comfortable and I come to rest.

But Portugal has a peaceful feel about it. I sit on the terrace overlooking the vineyard there and I feel cut off from the world. You need that sort of thing.

In the winter, I read next to a wood-burning stove. In the summer, we have a place up in Michigan where I like to read in a hammock. It's almost entirely hidden by cedar trees and right up by the water. You can climb in there and see nothing but water and be seen by nobody. It's perfect.

Come to the woods, for here is rest.

In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat And birds and flowers once more to greet. . . .

There is no greater feeling than hanging out with my dogs, or just walking around the land with our horses. My rescue ranch is is where I feel the most at peace and where I'm reminded of the simple things in life and let the chaos of my crazy work life fade away.

Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.

The nicest thing for me is sleep, then at least I can dream.

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

Whenever I get fed up with life I love to go wandering in nature.

Happy are those who dwell apart from the harrowing tumults of public life!

I like gardening - it's a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself.

I like, very much, nature. Since I'm always together with people, I like to retreat.

Anywhere which is in a forest, that's my zen place.

To escape and sit quietly on the beach - that's my idea of paradise.

My folks have a cottage north of Kingston, which is literally in the middle of nowhere, and I can be there very happily for like a week.

I absolutely fell in love with being on the water and the peace and freedom that you get being on the water in a single boat.

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

The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness

The grey nurse resumed her knitting as Peter Walsh, on the hot seat beside her, began snoring. In her grey dress, moving her hands indefatigably yet quietly, she seemed like the champion of the rights of sleepers, like one of those spectral presences which rise in twilight in woods made of sky and branches. The solitary traveler, haunter of lanes, disturber of ferns, and devastator of hemlock plants, looking up, suddenly sees the giant figure at the end of the ride.

Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep.

Ah, I could lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me

In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead

Blessed be his name, who hath appointed the quiet night to follow the busy day, and the calm sleep to refresh the wearied limbs and to compose the troubled spirit.

A large, still book is a piece of quietness, succulent and nourishing in a noisy world, which I approach and imbibe with "a sort of greedy enjoyment," as Marcel Proust said of those rooms of his old home whose air was "saturated with the bouquet of silence."