“Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood. How grass can be nourishing in the mouths of the lambs. How rivers and stones are forever in allegiance with gravity while we ourselves dream of rising.” DreamForeverMysteryMouthsUnderstoodRiversStonesGrassRisingGravityMarvelousAllegianceLambs Book:Evidence: Poems Source: Evidence: Poems
“November is chill, frosted mornings with a silver sun rising behind the trees, red cardinals at the feeders, and squirrels running scallops along the tops of the gray stone walls.” RunningBehindsMorningSunTreeWallRedStonesRisingSilverGrayChillNovemberCardinalsSquirrelsStone WallsScallops Book:The Shape of a Year Source: The Shape of a Year
“I have to understand the nature of change. And I cannot just work with stone or the more permanent materials. I need to work with leaves and ice and snow and mud and clay and water and the rising tide and the wind and all these.” NeedsWaterWindMaterialsStonesSnowIcePermanentRisingTidesMudClayIce And Snow Author:Andy Goldsworthy
“More than four billion people live within a stone's throw of the ocean, so what happens to it affects them immediately, daily, whether pollution, more frequent storms, or rising sea levels.” PeopleHappensLevelsFourSeaOceanStonesStormBillionsRisingPollution Author:Jon Bowermaster
“A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.” GivingDifferentShowsFearSoundWaterBehindsMorningSunTreeRocksBrokenBeatsShadowRedStonesDustEveningRisingDryReliefShelterCricketHandfulBehind YouWaste LandDead TreesSound Of WaterBroken Images Author:T. S. Eliot
“When the Dark comes rising six shall turn it back; Three from the circle, three from the track; Wood, bronze, iron; Water, fire, stone; Five will return and one go alone. Iron for the birthday; bronze carried long; Wood from the burning; stone out of song; Fire in the candle ring; water from the thaw; Six signs the circle and the grail gone before. Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold Played to wake the sleepers, oldest of old. Power from the Green Witch, lost beneath the sea. All shall find the Light at last, silver on the tree.” LongLightLastsSongTurnsThreeLostWaterDarkGoneFireFiveTreeSeaReturnMountainSixStonesGoldGreenTrackWoodsRingsCirclesBurningRisingSilverIronWitchCandleHarpsBronzeSleepers Book:The Dark Is Rising: Movie Tie-in Edition Source: The Dark Is Rising: Movie Tie-in Edition
“How little we have, I thought, between us and the waiting cold, the mystery, death--a strip of beach, a hill, a few walls of wood or stone, a little fire--and tomorrow's sun, rising and warming us, tomorrow's hope of peace and better weather . . . What if tomorrow vanished in the storm? What if time stood still? And yesterday--if once we lost our way, blundered in the storm--would we find yesterday again ahead of us, where we had thought tomorrow's sun would rise?” IfsWayLittlesStillsLostWaitingSunFireMysteryWallColdTomorrowStonesWoodsStormYesterdayWeatherHillsBeachRisingWhat If Author:Robert Nathan
“He once thought it himself, that he might die with grief: for his wife, his daughters, his sisters, his father and master the cardinal. But pulse, obdurate, keeps its rhythm. You think you cannot keep breathing, but your ribcage has other ideas, rising and falling, emitting sighs. You must thrive in spite of yourself; and so that you may do it, God takes out your heart of flesh, and gives you a heart of stone.” ThinkingGivingHeartMayIdeasMightDiesFallFatherGriefWifeMastersDaughterStonesFleshRhythmBreathingRisingSpiteThriveSighPulseCardinalsHeart Of Stone Author:Hilary Mantel