“The individual man is transitory, but the pulse of life and of growth goes on after he is gone, buried under a wreath of magnolia leaves.” MenIndividualGrowthGoneGoes OnBuriedPulseTransitoryWreathsMagnolias Book:Cross Creek Source: Cross Creek
“Men had reached into the scrub and along its boundaries, had snatched what they could get and had gone away, uneasy in that vast indifferent peace; for a man was nothing, crawling ant-like among the myrtle bushes under the pines. Now they were gone, it was as though they had never been. The silence of the scrub was primordial. The wood-thrush crying across it might have been the first bird in the world-or the last.” MenWorldFirstsHas BeensMightLastsSilenceGoneCryBirdWoodsBoundariesIndifferentMight Have BeenAntsUneasyCrawlingGone AwayMyrtleThrush Author:Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
“For myself, the Creek satisfies a thing that had gone hungry and unfed since childhood days. I am often lonely. Who is not? But I should be lonelier in the heart of a city.” ShouldHeartCitiesGoneChildhoodLonelyHungryCreeks Book:Cross Creek Source: Cross Creek
“Somewhere beyond the sink-hole, past the magnolia, under the live oaks, a boy and a yearling ran side by side, and were gone forever.” PastSidesBoysGoneForeverHolesRanOaksMagnolias Book:The Yearling Source: The Yearling
