Robert Bridges Quotes

This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away.

The human soul is hungry for beauty; we seek it everywhere - in landscape, music, art, clothes, furniture, gardening, companionship, love, religion, and in ourselves. No one would desire not to be beautiful. When we experience the beautiful, there is a sense of homecoming.

We are learning, too, that the love of beauty is one of Nature's greatest healers.

A garden must combine the poetic and he mysterious with a feeling of serenity and joy.

I like the idea of being warm and secure. That's what home should be. That you have a sense of warmth, security, love, and you love the things around you and surround yourself with beauty.

Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Love is music, and music is home.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

Let peace and beauty reign.

See yonder fire! It is the moon slow rising o'er the eastern hill. It glimmers on the forest tips, and through the dewy foliage drips In little rivulets of light, and makes the heart in love with night.

In everything, love simplicity.

Here everything is so wholly what I consider beautiful. In other words, there is peace here.

Who loves a garden still his Eden keeps.

And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Gardening is the instrument of grace.

Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.

Sometimes I come across a tree which seems like Buddha or Jesus: loving, compassionate, still, unambitious, enlightened, in eternal meditation, giving pleasure to a pilgrim, shade to a cow, berries to a bird, beauty to its surroundings, health to its neighbors, branches for the fire, leaves for the soil, asking nothing in return, in total harmony with the wind and the rain. How much can I learn from a tree? The tree is my church, the tree is my temple, the tree is my mantra, the tree is my poem and my prayer.

Was it pretty? Your country. . .your land?" "It was beautiful," the gunslinger said. "There were fields and forests and rivers and mists in the morning. But that's only pretty. My mother used to say that the only real beauty is order and love and light.

I'm a very open and loving person. My whole thing has been "let love rule" since my first album. I'm about unity and peace and God.

I said some words to the close and holy darkness and then I slept.

Love develops into harmony, and of harmony is born beauty.

Somewhere where people aren't so mad would be nice, but I don't know if there is anywhere like that.

I thought that a man can be an enemy of other men, of the moments of other men, but not of a country: not of fireflies, words, gardens, streams of water, sunsets.

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.