Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings Quotes

Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.

There is no greater feeling than hanging out with my dogs, or just walking around the land with our horses. My rescue ranch is is where I feel the most at peace and where I'm reminded of the simple things in life and let the chaos of my crazy work life fade away.

On all the peaks lies peace.

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

If you want to relax, watch the clouds pass by if you're laying on the grass, or sit in front of the creek; just doing nothing and having those still moments is what really rejuvenates the body.

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.

The only time I can really relax is up a tree or somewhere outside. I love being outside.

I like going into nature and that's where I'm happiest.

I would head to the countryside for peace and silence. That would be the best way, away from panicked, hysterical people.

People are going to a place like Pugwash and that whole area to escape from industry, to have the serenity of the surroundings and the beauty.

To escape and sit quietly on the beach - that's my idea of paradise.

I just love being in the middle of nowhere.

I suppose a lot of people don't understand that one of the things that drew me to hunting was the peace and the solitude, the mushy spiritual stuff, strangely enough. The quiet away from 75,000 roaring fans. The fans, that's very wonderful - I get a great charge from that.

I always see gardening as escape, as peace really. If you are angry or troubled, nothing provides the same solace as nurturing the soil.

I love the forest. It is the place where you hear yourself better.

Surrender is a journey from the outer turmoil to the inner peace.

Gentle day's flower - The hummingbird competes With the stillness of the air.

Take time to be quiet.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

Only spread a fern-frond over a man's head and worldly cares are cast out, and freedom and beauty and peace come in.

Come to the woods, for here is rest.

In stillness the muddied water returns to clarity.

This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction.

Oh there is blessing in this gentle breeze, A visitant that while it fans my cheek Doth seem half-conscious of the joy it brings From the green fields, and from yon azure sky. Whate'er its mission, the soft breeze can come To none more grateful than to me; escaped From the vast city, where I long had pined A discontented sojourner: now free, Free as a bird to settle where I will.

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. It has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful. Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.