H. Jackson Brown Jr. Quotes

We walk up the beach under the stars. And when we are tired of walking, we lie flat on the sand under a bowl of stars. We feel stretched, expanded to take in their compass. They pour into us until we are filled with stars, up to the brim.

If I'm confused, I just spend some time looking at the sky and falling into it. It's not a meditation that anyone taught me, it's something I've done my whole life, and liked doing, and it made me feel like nothing.

I love being outside with trees and water, lying down somewhere or walking. I do transcendental meditation, which keeps me calm and steady.

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?

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.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.

Fishing provides that connection with the whole living world. It gives you the opportunity of being totally immersed, turning back into yourself in a good way. A form of meditation, some form of communion with levels of yourself that are deeper than the ordinary self.

I like to sit in my backyard. I go out on the hammock and sit in silence and kind of meditate. Nature is calming, and it's nice to go out there and clear my head.

To go in the water and stare at a shrimp for three minutes and not think about anything else in the world, it's just euphoric.

I really like walking through Brompton Cemetery. It's really peaceful.

Seek out a tree and let it teach you stillness.

Lie down and listen to the crabgrass grow.

And at night I love to listen to the stars. It is like five hundred million little bells.

Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep.

...and I went into the garden and lay down and looked at the stars in the sky and made myself negligible.

Back of my forehead I feel tonight A whole sky full of stars. Under a western moon. Life is indeed lovely!

Aren't the clouds beautiful? I could just lie here all day, and watch them drift by.

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.

The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn something by being nothing

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.

I do fish. I think there is a connection between thinking and fishing mostly because you spend a lot of time up to your waist in water without a whole lot to keep your mind busy.

I like to take walks in the park by myself, where no one can bother me and I can think.