“When in these fresh mornings I go into my garden before anyone is awake, I go for the time being into perfect happiness. In this hour divinely fresh and still, the fair face of every flower salutes me with a silent joy. . . . All the cares, perplexities, and griefs of existence, all the burdens of life slip from my shoulders and leave me with the heart of a little child that asks nothing beyond the present moment of innocent bliss.” HeartChildrenLittlesStillsMomentsCareFacesJoyAsksHoursPerfectGriefExistenceMorningFlowerFairsGardenSilentBurdenShouldersInnocentBlissAwakePresent MomentSlipsLeaving MeSalutePerplexityPerfect HappinessBurdens Of Life Author:Celia Thaxter
“Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now comes unheralded by the return of the birds, and the early mornings are strangely silent where once they were filled with the beauty of bird song.” StatesScienceSongUnitedSilenceBeautyMorningUnited StatesReturnSpringBirdAreasFilledSilentEnvironmentalPollutionEarly MorningSilent SpringEarly BirdBird Song Author:Rachel Carson
“Walking uplifts the spirit. Breathe out the poisons of tension, stress, and worry; breathe in the power of God. Send forth little silent prayers of goodwill toward those you meet. Walk with a sense of being a part of a vast universe. Consider the thousands of miles of earth beneath your feet; think of the limitless expanse of space above your head. Walk in awe, wonder, and humility. Walk at all times of day. In the early morning when the world is just waking up. Late at night under the stars. Along a busy city street at noontime.” ThinkingWorldLittlesEarthSpiritNightSpiritualityUniverseStarsPrayerSpaceWalksCitiesWonderMorningWorryFeetStreetsHumilityWalkingLateStressWake UpSilentBusyBreatheMilesAll TimeUpliftingTensionPoisonAweWakingLimitlessGoodwillPower Of GodEarly MorningExpanseTime Of DayCity StreetsSilent PrayerStress And Worry Author:Bill Vaughan
“I see the spectacle of morning from the hilltop over against my house, from daybreak to sunrise, with emotions which an angel might share. The long slender bars of cloud float like fishes in the sea of crimson light. From the earth, as a shore, I look out into that silent sea. I seem to partake its rapid transformations; the active enchantment reaches my dust, and I dilate and conspire with the morning wind.” LooksLongLightSeemsMightEarthHouseEmotionMorningSeaShareWindAngelTransformationSilentCloudsFishesActiveBarsDustShoreSunriseFloatsRapidsEnchantmentSlenderCrimsonDaybreak Book:The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: Nature addresses and lectures Source: The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson: Nature addresses and lectures
“One wants more time, more youth. That is it. That is all one asks for - nothing but that, a little more time. Hear it running by! Listen! In the night, in the morning, at noon, at even, rushing by, silent, stealthy, trying to hoodwink you by the fixed appearance of things that seem not to change; but never stopping. Oh, to stop it! Oh, to get it back! Oh, to dig one's toes in and refuse to be rushed headlong towards the brink!” WantTryingLittlesSeemsRunningNightTimeAsksMorningYouthSilentRefuseAppearanceFixedMore TimeToesStoppingNoonRushingNever Stopping Book:Three pilgrims and a tinker: a novel Source: Three pilgrims and a tinker: a novel
“Silent waters rocking on the morning of our birth, like an empty cradle waiting to be filled. And from the heart of God the Spirit moved upon the earth, like a mother breathing life into her child.” HeartChildrenEarthSpiritMotherWaitingWaterMorningCreationBirthEmptyMovedFilledSilentBreathingCradleLike A MotherBreathing Life Author:Gordon Lightfoot
“Is it love that connects us, is that what it is? I never knew that the feeling I have is regular old love because it's so-intricate. Perhaps there is another name for it, one we don't yet know. I used to think that love was simple and noticeable, like rain falling, so that just as you'd look at your skin and say Water, you would also wake in the morning and say Love. But it has been underneath, this new and old thing I feel, subterranean, silent and steady, like blood, rushing along and along without often making itself known.” ThinkingKnowsFeelsLooksHas BeensFeelingsUsedFallNamesWaterSimpleLove IsKnownMorningBloodRainSkinsSilentSteadyRushingIntricateOld ThingsOld LoveRain Falling Author:Jane Hamilton
“There's nothing in the world more silent than the telephone the morning after everybody pans your play. It won't ring from room service; your mother won't be calling you. If the phone has not rung by 8 in the morning, you're dead.” IfsWorldPlayMotherRoomsMorningCallingSilentPhonesRingsTelephonesMorning AfterRoom Service Author:David Mamet