Pablo Neruda Quotes

Looking out at the ocean, it's easy to feel small - and to imagine all your troubles, suddenly insignificant, slipping away. Earth's seven oceans seem vast and impenetrable, but a closer look tells another story.

Sometimes grace is a ribbon of mountain air that gets in through the cracks.

Smell the sea and feel the sky.

My heart is tuned to the quietness that the stillness of nature inspires.

When you're connected to the ocean, you really don't think about what's going on with your email or texts or any of that. You're just a lot more liberated.

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

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

I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief... For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

I like going into nature and that's where I'm happiest.

Like water, we are truest to our nature in repose.

Whenever I think of my birthplace, Walton-on-Thames, my reference first and foremost is the river. I love the smell of the river; love its history, its gentleness. I was aware of its presence from my earliest years. Its majesty centered me, calmed me, was a solace to a certain extent.

My time on 'Roadies' gave me serenity and space.

I love being in the woods, when I can just walk barefoot in the grass and just sit down and breathe. I love that so much.

I always see gardening as escape, as peace really. If you are angry or troubled, nothing provides the same solace as nurturing the soil.

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.

To me there is something completely and satisfyingly restful in that stretch of sea and sand, sea and sand and sky - complete peace, complete fulfillment.

Go up to the mountain, go up to the glen, where silence will touch you, and heartbreak will mend.

I'm leaving my sorrows and all my memories behind to see what I find, somewhere in the shade near the sound of a sweet singing river, somewhere in the sun where the mountains make love to the sky.

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.

Only spread a fern-frond over a man's head and worldly cares are cast out, and freedom and beauty and peace come in.

If I had fifty-three minutes to spend as I liked, I should walk at my leisure toward a spring of fresh water.

I am looking forward enormously to getting back to the sea again, where the overstimulated psyche can recover in the presence of that infinite peace and spaciousness.

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

Up in this air you breathed easily, drawing in a vital assurance and lightness of heart. In the highlands you woke up in the morning and thought: Here I am, where I ought to be.