Quiet Surroundings Quotes

Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious.

The morning is the best time, there are no people around. My pleasant disposition likes the world with nobody in it.

Over all the mountain tops is peace. In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath. The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; soon, you too, will have peace.

Peace and quiet govern the world.

I live 10 miles outside of Bath, where there are about 10 houses. So it's nice and peaceful and quiet. Keeps your feet on the ground, basically.

There wasn't a cloud in the sky, no wind, and everything was quiet around us - all we could hear were birds chirping in the woods. The war seemed like something in a faraway land that had nothing to do with us. We sang songs as we hiked up the hill, sometimes imitating the birds we heard. Except for the fact that the war was still going on, it was a perfect morning.

It is quiet and peaceful here, the air is good, there are numerous gardens, and in them nightingales sing and spies lurk under the bushes.

No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.

I like it when it's nice and quiet. I'm not a big city person.

Leaves hung in the stillness like hands of the newly dead.

I live sort of in the country and I like that. It's very quiet, it's beautiful.

I love how quiet and calm Milwaukee is.

The tranquility of my room partakes too much of Forest Lawn.

In the stillness, a fly would not have dared clear it's throat.

I live on a farm in Dorset. The nearest neighbour is a quarter of a mile away. It's really quiet, with an amazing view - can't see a pylon, can't see a road. Blockbuster's an event in our house, when the little blue envelope comes in.

Cobbled streets and no shops open past six o'clock, a communal life that seemed to revolve around church, and where you could often hear bird song and nothing else: Gaia felt as though she had fallen through a portal into a land lost in time.

Big lots,' I said, seeing the eighty-year-old oaks and shady lawns. The houses were set way back and had iron fences and stone drives. The harder to hear your neighbors scream, my dear,' was David’s answer, and I sent my head up and down in agreement.

And thus they give the time, that Nature meant for peaceful sleep and meditative snores, to ceaseless din and mindless merriment and waste of shoes and floors.

To restore silence is the role of objects.

I find that when I come out of the library I'm in what I call the library bliss of being totally taken away from the distractions of life.

No Mobs—No Confusions—No Tumult.

I grew up on a tiny island called Guernsey, very small population, very isolated culturally but very beautiful and serene.

The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book.

There's just something about Highbury that is difficult to describe. When you first arrive, you hardly see the stadium and wonder where it is but then you find it between two blocks of flats

I'm looking forward to some peace and quiet. I fantasize about having a home, which I've kind of never had.