Serene Atmosphere Quotes

A voice had begun to sing. It was very far away and Digory found it hard to decide from what direction it was coming. Sometimes it seemed to come from all directions at once. Sometimes he almost thought it was coming out of the earth beneath them. Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself. There were no words. It was hardly a tune. But it was beyond comparison, the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

The Muslim call to prayer is one of the prettiest sounds on Earth at sunset.

The moon shines bright. In such a night as this. When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees and they did make no noise, in such a night.

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.

A white flower grows in the quietness. Let your tongue become that flower.

Let's build us a happy, little cloud that floats around the sky.

I stood tip-toe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn.

It was a clear, starry night, dead calm. Whenever I see a sky like that, I wish I could write music

Beaches, music, and car rides—they could all bring on a sudden bout of deep, dreamy thoughts.

This dim coolness of my room was to the broad daylight of the street what the shadow is to the sunbeam, that is to say equally luminous, and presented to my imagination the entire panorama of summer, which my senses, if I had been out walking, could have tasted and enjoyed only piecemeal; and so it was quite in harmony with my state of repose which (thanks to the enlivening adventures related in my books) sustained, like a hand reposing motionless in a stream of running water, the shock and animation of a torrent of activity.

The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.

In my studio I'm as happy as a cow in her stall. That's the only place where everything is all right.

I wished for nothing beyond her smile, and to walk with her thus, hand in hand, along a sun warmed, flower bordered path.

Somewhere where people aren't so mad would be nice, but I don't know if there is anywhere like that.

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.

Bring me the sunset in a cup.

Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.

Suddenly a mist of green on the trees, as quiet as thought.

Snow falling soundlessly in the middle of the night will always fill my heart with sweet clarity

Home is a refuge not only from the world, but a refuge from my worries, my troubles, my concerns. I like beautiful things around me. I like to be beautiful because it delights my eyes and my soul is lifted up.

The rains are rhythmic, coming religiously in the afternoons (after lunch has been eaten but before tea, so that the nights are washed clean-black with bright pinpoints of silver starlight hanging over a restless, grateful earth).

What is more gentle than a wind is summer?

In the well-ordered home we may experience a taste of heaven.

There are few things so pleasant as a picnic eaten in perfect comfort.