Quotes About Serenity

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

In nature, everything has a job. The job of the fog is to beautify further the existing beauties!

If one truly loves nature one finds beauty everywhere.

The ocean stirs the heart, inspires the imagination and brings eternal joy to the soul.

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

Everyone should have themselves regularly overwhelmed by Nature

What man is happy? He who has a healthy body, a resourceful mind, and a docile nature.

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature.

We can speak without voice to the trees and the clouds and the waves of the sea. Without words they respond through the rustling of leaves and the moving of clouds and the murmuring of the sea.

There is one spectacle grander than the sea, That is the sky.

Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.

Young leaves The sound of a waterfall Heard from far and near.

When we pay attention to nature's music, we find that everything on the Earth contributes to its harmony.

Take a course in good water and air; and in the eternal youth of Nature you may renew your own. Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.

In a garden you can find, quiet thoughts that calm the mind.

Nothing could be more pleasant than to live in solitude, enjoy the spectacle of nature, and occasionally read some book.

Be empty. Be still. Just watch everything come and go. This is the way of Nature.

I must stay alone and know that I am alone to contemplate and feel nature in full; I have to surrender myself to what encircles me, I have to merge with my clouds and rocks in order to be what I am.

I never really understood the word 'loneliness'. As far as I was concerned, I was in an orgy with the sky and the ocean, and with nature.

I don't ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful.

The good rain, like a bad preacher, does not know when to leave off.

There is nowhere else I'd rather be, nothing else I would prefer to be doing. I am at the beach looking west with the continent behind me as the sun tracks down to the sea. I have my bearings.

The silence of nature is very real. It surrounds you, you can feel it