Peter Heller Quotes

Grief is an element. It has its own cycle like the carbon cycle, the nitrogen. It never diminishes not ever. It passes in and out of everything.

Funny how you can live a whole life waiting and not know it.

It is okay for people you love to leave. For them to come and go. She taught it to me over and over.

You rest now. Rest for longer than you are used to resting. Make a stillness around you, a field of peace. Your best work, the best time of your life will grow out of this peace.

Most of us are never seen, not clearly, and when we are we likely jump and run.

I want to be two people at once. One runs away.

I think now that maybe true sweetness can only happen in limbo.

That is what we are, what we do: nose a net, push push, a net that never exists. The knots in the mesh as strong as our own believing. Our own fears.

To multiply the years and divide by the desire to live is a kind of false accounting.

Maybe the most real thing the end. To realize when it's too late.

If there is nothing else there is this: to be inundated, consumed.

Dont pretend to be that small, you are not that great!

She's a surprise this old earth, one big surprise after another since before she separated from the moon who circles and circles like the mate of a shot goose.

Meager as it is. Nothing to lose as I have. Nothing is something somehow.

There is no one to tell this to and yet it seems very important to get this right. The reality and what it is like to escape it. That even now it is sometimes too beautiful to bear.

So I wonder what it is this need to tell.To animate somehow the deathly stillness of the profoundest beauty. Breathe life in the telling.

A lot of my nonfiction is very strong environmental stories - I was the first guy to write about the dolphin killings in Japan.

I write a lot of environmental stories.

Surfing is a life path. You have to really commit... You have to let go and have faith that it's gonna work out when you take off.

He is at home with his solitude as the note reverberating inside a bell.

She collapsed. I stepped forward and caught her. I thought of two trees nearly unrooted and leaning against each other.

Within and within. Dreaming. How we gentle our losses into paler ghosts.

Pursuing fun is exhausting. Having fun is just fun. Much more relaxing just to do your work, don't you think? I mean if you enjoy it.

When we are most scared is the time to summon our clearest concentration and move forward, not back.

There might not be a measure of happiness left in a life, but there could be beauty and grace and endless love.