Ralph Marston Quotes

It is important from time to time to slow down, to go away by yourself, and simply be.

I'm a guy that likes to sit in the quiet and think about things, and sometimes it's way more relaxing to have dead silence.

No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower. So the nightbirds will start singing.

There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil one's coffee and fill one's pipe, and to think idly and slowly as one does it.

Silence is best.

With Jackson there was quiet solitude. Just to sit and look at the landscape. An inner quietness. After dinner, to sit on the back porch and look at the light. No need for talking. For any kind of communication.

I love silence.

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

I like silence.

I love silence. But I usually only listen to that when I'm sleeping.

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.

I really love peace and quiet.

Silence is refreshment for the soul.

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 am a glutton for tranquility.

I enjoy the quiet life.

Downtime for me is just when I can sit still.

I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water.

Seek out a tree and let it teach you stillness.

Take time to be quiet.

I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly, as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.

Allow nature to teach you stillness.

I take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.

There is a peacefulness, an air of reflection, about a rocking-chair that attaches to no other moving object.