“Homesickness is a great teacher. It taught me, during an endless rainy fall, that I came from the arid lands, and like where I came from. I was used to dry clarity and sharpness in the air. I was used to horizons that either lifted into jagged ranges or rimmed the geometrical circle of the flat world. I was used to seeing a long way. I was used to earth colors--tan, rusty red, toned white--and the endless green of Iowa offended me. I was used to a sun that came up over mountains and went down behind other mountains. I missed the color and smell of sagebrush, and the sight of bare ground.” WorldWayLongEarthUsedFallWhiteBehindsSunTeacherSeeingAirLandTaughtColorMountainRedSightGreenSmellCirclesEndlessClarityRangeDryFlatsHorizonOffendedLong WayRainyGreat TeacherIowaHomesicknessSharpness Author:Wallace Stegner
“If the fruit is green it will not fall to the ground even if you beat it with a sharp stick. When it is ripe it falls of its own accord in the silence of the night.” IfsNightFallSilenceBeatsGreenSticksFruitAccordRipe Author:Sathya Sai Baba
“Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space. I know of no sculpture, painting or music that exceeds the compelling spiritual command of the soaring shape of granite cliff and dome, of patina of light on rock and forest, and of the thunder and whispering of the falling, flowing waters. At first the colossal aspect may dominate; then we perceive and respond to the delicate and persuasive complex of nature.” KnowsFirstsMayLightSpiritualFallWaterSpaceWonderRocksPaintingShapesAspectStonesGreenComplexesForestsCommandGoldenPerceiveValleysDelicateCompellingSunriseSoarSculptureThunderCliffsExceedWhisperingGlitterPersuasiveColossalEdificeDomesGraniteYosemiteFlowing Water Author:Ansel Adams
“However constant the visitations of sickness and bereavement, the fall of the year is most thickly strewn with the fall of human life. Everywhere the spirit of some sad power seems to direct the time; it hides from us the blue heavens, it makes the green wave turbid; it walks through the fields, and lays the damp ungathered harvest low; it cries out in the night wind and the shrill hail; it steals the summer bloom from the infant cheek; it makes old age shiver to the heart; it goes to the churchyard, and chooses many a grave.” YearsHumansHeartSeemsAgeSpiritNightFallHeavenWalksCryFieldsWindSummerLowsDirectBlueGreenLaysConstantWaveGravesStealingOld AgeHuman LifeSicknessAutumnCheeksHarvestInfantBereavementHailShiverDampVisitation Book:Endeavors After the Christian Life: Discourses Source: Endeavors After the Christian Life: Discourses