Quotes About Serenity

I prefer the country life. I live in Kingston, but there is lots of trees.

Let us go over, and sit in the shade of the trees.

Today I have grown taller from walking with the trees.

What is paradise, but, a garden, an orchard of trees and herbs, full of pleasure and nothing there but delights.

But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer.

Talk to the tree, make friends with it.

In the woods we return to reason and faith.

Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.

Some beach, somewhere. There's a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair. Palm trees are growin' and a warm breeze a blowing. I picture myself right there, on some beach, somewhere.

I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water.

Peace. The upland serenity of high altitude, the openness of grassland without indigenous bush or trees; the greening, yellowing or silver-browning that prevailed, according to season.

To return to my own trees, I went among them often, acknowledging their presence with a touch of my hand against their trunks.

This place of mine never is entered by humans come for conversation, only by the mute moon's light shafts that slip in between the trees.

I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.

There is money to be made in the market place, but under the cherry tree there is rest.

Lights are glowing in the palm trees.

A brotherhood of venerable trees.

I love trees I have this thing for trees and the colors & changing of leaves. I love it I respect these kinds of things.

Maples are such sociable trees ... They're always rustling and whispering to you.

I was raised by the song Of the murmuring grove And loving I learned Among Flowers.

Gently I stir a white feather fan, With open shirt sitting in a green wood. I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone; A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.

I like old people, just as I like old trees: in their shadow there is freshness and peace, one admires them, and around them everything is so calm.

Sometimes I long so much to do landscape, just as one would go for a long walk to refresh oneself, and in all of nature, in trees for instance, I see expression and a soul.

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.