James Vincent McMorrow Quotes

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

Stanford University is so startlingly paradisial, so fragrant and sunny, it's as if you could eat from the trees and live happily forever.

Where I live is about an hour and a half West of London. I live in the countryside... It's a classic little village, and it's idyllic in a lot of ways.

As our own peace of mind grows, so the atmosphere around us becomes more peaceful.

An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.

A calm environment is for after I finish work.

Actually, parts of New Zealand remind me of Suffolk. There's not many flat bits, but just the atmosphere there. There's a kind of a core tranquility about it, a kind of assuredness that this is fairly close to approaching the perfect way to be.

As it fell upon a day in the merry month of May, sitting in a pleasant shade which a grove of myrtles made.

The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.

I was pleasantly disappointed on entering Bohemia. Instead of a dull, uninteresting country, as I expected, it is a land full of the most lovely scenery. There is every thing which can gratify the eye - high blue mountains, valleys of the sweetest pastoral look and romantic old ruins.

People have a tendency to see country life through rose-colored glasses.

I like rural areas.

Malacca is such a rest after the crowds of Japan and the noisy hurry of China! Its endless afternoon remains unbroken except by the dreamy, colored, slow-moving Malay life which passes below the hill. There is never any hurry or noise.

In quiet places, reason abounds.

I grew up Windlesham in Surrey, which is a beautiful and quaint village.

The simple life on the farm was everything to me. Nothing was more relaxing after a long plane flight than to reach the winding driveway that led up to my house. The quiet of the night was more soothing than a sleeping pill.

I live sort of in the country and I like that. It's very quiet, it's beautiful.

I think they should get a net and take him to a good quiet place.

If you actually hang out in the countryside, which I did, it's actually quite peaceful.

Greenville, S.C., in the 1970s is a rolling green dream in my memory now.

In terms of beautiful views while eating, I love Babington House in Somerset looking onto beautiful lake, beds, hills and forest.

I think it's nice to have New Zealand as a base for me... it's this little island on the bottom of the Earth. It's this nice, quiet place.

The lucky village of Sodeto, in the kingdom of Aragon, is a cluster of sensible houses spackled together off the main road, curtained behind a pine copse.

I don't have any romantic notions about villages.

Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?