Tranquil Scene Quotes

Through buried paths, where sleepy twilight dreams The summer time away.

Beneath the light, the river and hills are beautiful, The spring breeze bears the fragrance of flowers and grass. The mud has thawed, and swallows fly around. On the warm sand, mandarin ducks are sleeping.

The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence.

The silence of the mountain is even more beautiful once the birds are quiet.

My day is done, and I am like a boat drawn on the beach, listening to the dance-music of the tide in the evening.

When I consider how, after sunset, the stars come out gradually in troops from behind the hills and woods, I confess that I could not have contrived a more curious and inspiring sight.

And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters

It was dawn now on Long Island and we went about opening the rest of the windows downstairs, filling the house with gray-turning, gold-turning light. The Shadow of a tree fell abruptly across the dew and ghostly birds began to sing among the blue leaves. There was a slow, pleasant movement in the air, scarcely a wind, promising a cool, lovely day.

Starlight and comet tails burned the tips of endless grass below into hammered silver. Like thousands of tapers in the chapel, just blown out but still glowing. If one could drown in the grass...it might be the best way to die.

I paused to listen to the silence. My breath, crystallized as it passed my cheeks, drifted on a breeze gentler than a whisper. The wind vane pointed toward the South Pole. Presently the wind cups ceased their gentle turning as the cold killed the breeze. My frozen breath hung like a cloud overhead. The day was dying, the night was being born-but with great peace. Here were the imponderable processes and forces of the cosmos, harmonious and soundless. Harmony, that was it!

How gently rock yon poplars high Against the reach of primrose sky With heaven's pale candles stored.

The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.

She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star.