Quiet Solitude Quotes

There's a non-existent peace in the uncertain quietness

All the rest is silence On the other side of the wall, And the silence ripeness, And the ripeness all.

I've got an image of me at the bottom of my garden sitting under my silver birch tree reading, while everyone else had gone somewhere exotic.

And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me - nothing anywhere but Grace and me - she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her, and me, holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands.

I want to think quietly, calmly, spaciously, never to be interrupted, never to have to rise from my chair, to slip easily from one thing to another, without any sense of hostility, or obstacle. I want to sink deeper and deeper, away from the surface, with its hard separate facts.

Silence And a deeper silence When the crickets Hesitate

We need silence to be alone with God, to speak to him, to listen to him, to ponder his words deep in our hearts. We need to be alone with God in silence to be renewed and transformed. Silence gives us a new outlook on life. In it we are filled with the energy of God himself that makes us do all things with joy.

There are certain kinds of silence that make you walk on air.

And then more quiet, silence so deep it almost drowned out the roar of the night music that pounded away in my secret self.

I've always loved cemeteries since I was a kid. They're very calm.

And for this you must have quiet and solitude. But society does not allow you to have them. You must be with people, outwardly active at all costs. If you are alone you are considered antisocial or peculiar, or you are afraid of your own loneliness.

I'm happiest in an empty church. I love the smell of a church.

Maine out of season is unmistakably a great destination: hospitable, good-humored, plenty of elbow room, short days, dark nights of crackling ice crystals.

deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow

If the library in the morning suggests an echo of the severe and reasonable wishful order of the world, the library at night seems to rejoice in the world's essential, joyful muddle.

Having a place out of the city is a shortcut toward the mental reset I need.

A dead afternoon in a dark bar was not the worst of fates.

Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world; doth live his own; Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal love.

I go to live in Maine for the summer. Without computer, and without the telephone service we are mercifully without the faxes and e-mails. So it's really about two and a half months that I'll feel like I can recover some silence in my life...which is so hard to find.

A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.

No woman has ever stepped on Little America - and we have found it to be the most silent and peaceful place in the world.

No voice; but oh - the silence sank Like music on my heart.

Tranquillity hides in small spaces, and when found needs to be treasured, because you know it's a phantom that will slip away again.

If only I could manage, without annoyance to my family, to get imprisoned for 10 years, "without hard labour," and with the use of books and writing materials, it would be simply delightful!

Let a slight snow come and cover the earth, and the tracks of men will show how little the woods and fields are frequented.