Henry Beston Quotes

Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content.

Sometimes it was so quiet, it's frightening. It really prioritizes things.

The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose.

Silence is like nightfall. Objects are lost in it insensibly.

Silence 'tis awe decrees.

So dear night the half of life is, And the fairest half indeed.

Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.

I gained an inner peace, the serenity of a prisoner, so to speak.

Beyond all vanities, fights, and desires, omnipotent silence lies.

I am grown peaceful as old age tonight.

Today has never happened and it doesn't frighten me.

Let your mind and soul be at ease. Don't grasp and grab for the magic and miracles. When you reside in that place of stillness, the joy, miracles, and magic you're seeking will find you.

you're rowing by wordlight

Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water.

The first thing he noticed was how quiet it was. This was nothing like the kind of quiet he heard when he woke up in the middle of the night after a bad dream. When that happened, there were always strange, unidentifiable sounds seeping into his room from the tiny gaps where the windowpanes weren't sealed together correctly. At those moments he could always tell there was life outside, even if all that life was fast asleep. It was a silence that wasn't silence at all.

There was no wind; there was no passing shadow on the deep shade of the night; there was no noise. The city lay behind him, lighted here and there, and starry worlds were hidden by the masonry of spire and roof that hardly made out any shapes against the sky. Dark and lonely distance lay around him everywhere, and the clocks were faintly striking two.

Muddy water is best cleared by leaving it alone.

God gives quietness at last.

When the storm is over and night falls and the moon is out in all its glory and all you're left with is the rhythm of the sea, of the waves, you know what God intended for the human race, you know what paradise is.

Silence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one.

Whenever you deeply accept this moment as it is - no matter what form it takes - you are still, you are at peace.

Be calm. God awaits you at the door.

Stop running after the waves. Let the sea come to you.

When I have absolutely nothing to do, and I find myself in the middle of all of it going, "Wow!" When nothing's going on, that's when I get to stop and really appreciate the journey.

The stillness in art characterizes prayer, and the eye of the storm.