Rachel Carson Quotes

Nature in her green, tranquil woods heals and soothes all afflictions.

Step on the moist, pillowsoft earth, walking gingerly aside a weeping steam that calls your name, for it knows how to heal a wounded heart.

I love the smell of rain, and I love the sound of the ocean waves.

Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.

I have never been in a natural place and felt that it was a waste of time. I never have. And it's a relief. If I'm walking around a desert or whatever, every second is worthwhile.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

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

New Age music does something wonderful to the nervous system.

It's beautiful being out in the wild.

I grew up in a forest. It's like a room. It's protected. Like a cathedral... it is a place between heaven and earth.

I love having candles, especially when you get downtime. I could just pass out seeing the flame flicker with the lights off.

I've always found the rain very calming.

My favorite thing is just walking in the woods. I can do it for days on end without tiring of it.

Music is not supposed to rile you up. Music is something to bring you down.

Working in a garden calms me down.

If someone said, 'Think of a happy place for you,' I'd say a glacial plane near the South Pole, the wind howling, nobody in sight, a shack with a pot-belly stove and some tea.

There is just something about being out in open country, about seeing the sun rise over a pond, that's really beautiful.

Anywhere which is in a forest, that's my zen place.

I actually really like being in the woods.

I just love being in the middle of nowhere.

Music for me is about relaxing.

When I was a boy, one of my favorite places to go was a pine-filled hollow high on the mountain behind our house. It was a place where the industrial song of Coalwood subsided. I would sit on a dead log and listen to nothing except the beating of my own heart and the thoughts racing through my head.

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

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

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.