Orson Scott Card Quotes

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

I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.

I love the long grass coming up to meet the willows.

The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn.

I actually really like being in the woods.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

Lie on your back and look at the stars.

Breath of the winds; dancing flame; peace of the earth; song of the waves.

Earth has not anything to show more fair.

I liked the solitude and the silence of the woods and the hills. I felt there the sense of a presence, something undefined and mysterious, which was reflected in the faces of the flowers and the movements of birds and animals, in the sunlight falling through the leaves and in the sound of running water, in the wind blowing on the hills and the wide expanse of earth and sky.

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, / The bridal of the earth and sky.

How silent are the winds!

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.

Winds and waters keepA hush more dead than any sleep.

I shake my head, watching snow tumble and swirl from an all-white sky. The world seems so clean if you only look up

Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,' she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have!

It is a pink and blue feeling, as sharp as clear sky; a slight breeze, and the edges of Lake Nakuru would rise like the ruffle at the edge of a skirt; and I am pockmarked with whole-body pinpricks of potentiality. A stretch of my body would surely stretch as far as the sky. The whole universe poised, and I am the agent of any movement.

One day I undertook a tour through the country, and the diversity and beauties of nature I met with in this charming season, expelled every gloomy and vexatious thought.

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

I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.

I feel best in nature or near nature.

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

What is more beautiful than a sea of water with a number of white-winged boats skirting its surface? Poetry and beauty contesting with the wind and the waves!

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 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.