“I was always conscious of sounds in nature which my ears could never hear,—that I caught but the prelude to a strain. She always retreats as I advance. Away behind and behind is she and her meaning. Will not this faith and expectation make to itself ears at length?”
“So with the family gone, Mother lived as she wished ... Slowly, snugly, she grew into her background, warm on her grassy bank, poking and peering among the flowery bushes, dishevelled and bright as they. Serenely unkempt were those final years, free from conflict, doubt or dismay, while she reverted gently to a rustic simplicity as a moss-rose reverts to a wild one.”
“The beauty of spring makes my heart sing.”
“After a moment, the girl paused in her reading and lifted her head to gaze out over the fence at the sunset and slanting roofs before her in all their sun-drenched glory. Her eyes glowed in the reflection of it all, and then slowly drifted back to the book. Jamie turned and stared at the sunset herself, as if its beauty had been suddenly made clear to her. She sat thinking for a moment, somehow wishing that she knew more about the girl on the other side of the fence. She turned again and looked back through the slats, but the girl had gone.”
“The winter rain, joined my rambling with its soothing potter- patter.”
“In nature there are no rewards or punishments: there are consequences.”
“Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.”
“Leaves that gives you all the good vibes and positive thoughts after its fall.”
“The sun explains what the moon told me.”
“Such is the dichotomy of forests. Even the smallest remembers what it was to cover nations, and the shadows they contain will whisper the knowledge to anyone who listens.”
“We have always held the land above the one who rules it.”
“The world does not need words. It articulates itself in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted. The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being.”
“Once you blink your eyes you will probably miss the moment to see the beauty of this world.”
“A mountaintop is not simply an elevation, but an island, a world within a world, a place out of place.”
“It s happening, just from the warming of the sun, the road and green praire farmland and buffeting wind coming together. And soon it is nothing but beautiful warmth and wind and speed and sun down the empty road. The last chills of the morning are thawed by the warm air. Wind and more sun and more smooth road.”
“You are not helping the planet, you are not helping nature, you are the planet, you are nature, you are helping yourself”
“I m beginning to wonder about trees. Along avenues, on each side, they seem to curve, reach out to each other, or entwine...Whats that all about? - Who told them to do that?...”