Lizz Wright Quotes

It's fantastic to put your hands in the earth. I enjoy spending my time in heaven here. I don't care what you say, this is my heaven.

When I go fishing I like to know that there's nobody within five miles of me.

I actually really like being in the woods.

I like writing in total isolation like out in the woods somewhere.

I love to be surrounded by nature.

I feel best in nature or near nature.

I feel calm when I'm on my own.

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

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

The fishing is a great relief for me. When I'm out there's no cell phone ringing. I'm out there fishing with bears. I'm in the middle of God's country catching tons of fish. I just absolutely love it.

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 just love being in the middle of nowhere.

There is such a peace out in the middle of the desert. There's nothing like it.

I suppose a lot of people don't understand that one of the things that drew me to hunting was the peace and the solitude, the mushy spiritual stuff, strangely enough. The quiet away from 75,000 roaring fans. The fans, that's very wonderful - I get a great charge from that.

I love the quiet forest that stands between my lab and my home.

I'm always surrounded by crazy people, but when I come back to the country I'm into my plants, I love gardening, I love bird watching and I absolutely love nature.

I'm happier in a garden.

There is nothing - nothing - that beats being in the jungles. It's so easy to just sit and meditate there.

We heard no other sounds. We met no other people. We saw only two bright red birds leap startled from the center of the meadow and dart into the woods.

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

I long for scenes where man has never trod; A place where woman never smil'd or wept; There to abide with my creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept: Untroubling and untroubled where I lie; The grass below--above the vaulted sky.

Far from the world I walk, and from all care.

Better, Cilla thought, to be alone on a quiet night than to be alone in a crowd. Much better.

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