Abraham Cowley Quotes

When it is possible, I choose to have a quiet life.

I want to live quietly.

I enjoy the quiet life.

My wish is to stay always like this, living quietly in a corner of nature.

I feel like I live a pretty quiet life. I like to focus on work and friends, and I love being in nature.

Someone who goes with a half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him, someone who wants no more, who is not himself longed for by anyone else. He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.

The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book.

From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.

Nothing makes me feel better - calmer, clearer and happier - than being in one place, absorbed in a book, a conversation, a piece of music. It's actually something deeper than mere happiness: it's joy, which the monk David Steindl-Rast describes as 'that kind of happiness that doesn't depend on what happens.

He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.

I suppose what one wants really is ideal company and books are ideal company.

As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.

I have all the books I could need, and what more could I need than books?

you can not fully read a book without being alone. But through this very solitude you become intimately involved with people whom you might never have met otherwise, either because they have been dead for centuries or because they spoke languages you cannot understand. And, nonetheless, they have become your closest friends, your wisest advisors, the wizards that hypnotize you, the lovers you have always dreamed of. -Antonio munoz molinas, "the power of the pen

Blessed are the simple, for they shall have much peace.

I prayed only for a small piece of land, a garden, an ever-flowing spring, and bit of woods.

Give me a bed and a book and I am happy.

One cannot celebrate books sufficiently. After saying his best, still something better remains to be spoken in their praise. As with friends, one finds new beauties at every interview, and would stay long in the presence of those choice companions. As with friends, he may dispense with a wide acquaintance. Few and choice. The richest minds need not large libraries.

No ornament of a house can compare with books; they are constant company in a room, even when you are not reading them.

Reading brings us unknown friends

GOING TO WALDEN It isn't very far as highways lie. I might be back by nightfall, having seen The rough pines, and the stones, and the clear water. Friends argue that I might be wiser for it. They do not hear that far-off Yankee whisper: How dull we grow from hurrying here and there! Many have gone, and think me half a fool To miss a day away in the cool country. Maybe. But in a book I read and cherish, Going to Walden is not so easy a thing As a green visit. It is the slow and difficult Trick of living, and finding it where you are.

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

If one's life is simple, contentment has to come.

What a brave privilege is it to be free from all contentions, from all envying or being envied, from receiving or paying all kinds of ceremonies!