Quotes About Tranquility

When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. I lived there two years and two months.

I had three pieces of limestone on my desk, but I was terrified to find that they required to be dusted daily, when the furniture of my mind was all undusted still, and threw them out the window in disgust. How, then, could I have a furnished house? I would rather sit in the open air, for no dust gathers on the grass, unless where man has broken ground.

How silent are the footsteps of Spring!

Alone in distant woods or fields, in unpretending sprout lands or pastures tracked by rabbits, even in a bleak and, to most, cheerless day like this, when a villager would be thinking of his inn, I come to myself. I once more feel myself grandly related. This cold and solitude are friends of mine.

The silence rings—it is musical & thrills me. A night in which the silence was audible—I hear the unspeakable.

This cold and solitude are friends of mine.

No very black melencholy can come to he who lives in the midst of nature and has his senses still.....

We are wont to imagine rare and delectable places in some remote and more celestial corner of the system, behind the constellation of Cassiopeia's Chair, far from noise and disturbance. I discovered that my house actually had its site in such a withdrawn, but forever new and unprofaned, part of the universe.

I have never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude.

We love to see any part of the earth tinged with blue, cerulean, the color of the sky, the celestial color.

How watchful we must be to keep the crystal well that we were made, clear!—that it be not made turbid by our contact with the world, so that it will not reflect objects. What other liberty is there worth having, if we have not freedom and peace in our minds,—if our inmost and most private man is but a sour and turbid pool? Often we are so jarred by chagrins in dealing with the world, that we cannot reflect.

Simply to see to a distant horizon through a clear air,—the fine outline of a distant hill or a blue mountain-top through some new vista,—this is wealth enough for one afternoon.

Nor wars did men molest, When only beechen bowls were in request.

I never found the companion that was so companionable than solitude.

When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only.

Innan vi kan pryda våra hus med vackra föremål måste väggarna plockas rena, våra liv rensas ut, därefter kan vi börja med ett gott hushåll och ett vackert liv från grunden; som det är nu odlas smaken för det sköna bäst utomhus, där det varken finns hus eller hushåll

Não vejo porque um espírito sereno não possa viver com o mesmo contentamento e com pensamentos alegres num asilo ou um palácio

There can be no very black melancholy for him who has his senses still and lives in the midst of nature.

Khi s?ng trong r?ng, tôi có nhi?u khách hÆ¡n b?t kì th?i gian nào khác trong ??i tôi. Trong khía c?nh này, b?n bè tôi ???c sàng l?c Ä'Æ¡n thu?n ch? do tôi s?ng cách xa thành ph?.

I would rather sit in the open air, for no dust gathers on the grass, unless where man has broken ground.

To je bila svetloba, ki si je še trenutke pred tem ne bi mogla predstavljati in tudi zrak je bil tako topel in miren, da bi travnik ne mogel biti bolj nebeški. Ko sva pomislila, da to ni bil osamljen pojav, ki se ne bo zgodil nikoli ve?, temve? da se bo dogajal ve?no, ob nešteto ve?erih, in razsvetljeval ter pomirjal najnovejše otroke, ki bodo hodili tamkaj, se je zdel še veli?astnejši.

I had three pieces of limestone on my desk, but I was terrified to find that they required to be dusted daily, when the furniture of my mind was all undusted still, and I threw them out the window in disgust. How, then, could I have a furnished house? I would rather sit in the open air, for no dust gathers on the grass, unless where man has broken ground.

Dichoso es el hombre al que cada día se le permite contemplar algo tan puro y sereno como el cielo de poniente a la puesta de Sol, mientras las revoluciones irritan el mundo

WHEN I WROTE THE FOLLOWING PAGES, OR RATHER THE BULK OF THEM, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. I lived there two years and two months. At present I am a sojourner in civilized life again.