Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes

When was the last time you spent a quiet moment just doing nothing - just sitting and looking at the sea, or watching the wind blowing the tree limbs, or waves rippling on a pond, a flickering candle or children playing in the park?

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

I like fishing. Not actual fishing - I like the peace and quiet of being at sea. It's different.

There are moments when all anxiety and stated toil are becalmed in the infinite leisure and repose of nature.

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.

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

I love silence. But I usually only listen to that when I'm sleeping.

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.

I feel extraordinarily peaceful when I'm watching the sun set.

There are two places where I can completely relax: in nature and by the piano.

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

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.

There is something about silence and being in the middle of nowhere that is really very attractive.

The day was made for laziness, and lying on one's back in green places, and staring at the sky till its brightness forced one to shut one's eyes and go to sleep.

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

Please don’t spoil my day; I’m miles away and, after all, I’m only sleeping.

There is a peacefulness, an air of reflection, about a rocking-chair that attaches to no other moving object.

Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest!

For hours she had lain in a kind of gentle torpor, not unlike that sweet lassitude which masters one in the hush of a midsummer noon, when the heat seems to have silenced the very birds and insects, and, lying sunk in the tasselled meadow grasses, one looks up through a level roofing of maple-leaves at the vast, shadowless, and unsuggestive blue.

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 bucket of memory down into the well, bring it up. Cool, cool minutes. No one stirring, no plans. Just being there.

Winds and waters keepA hush more dead than any sleep.

He wants only to rest and to have a little peace.