Upon the highest ridge of that round hill covered with planted oaks, the shafts of the trees show in the light like the columns of a ruin.

It is a pleasure to a real lover of Nature to give winter all the glory he can, for summer will make its own way, and speak its own praises.

I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and above them; some rested their heads upon these stones, as on a pillow, for weariness.

I found a strawberry blossom in a rock. I uprooted it rashly and felt as if I had been committing an outrage, so I planted it again.

I've been a dweller on the plains, have sighed when summer days were gone; No more I'll sigh; for winter here Hath gladsome gardens of his own.

An injudicious and malignant enemy often serves the cause he means to injure; but a feeble friend never attains that end.

The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow.

Scotland is the country above all others that I have seen, in which a man of imagination may carve out his own pleasures; there are so many inhabited solitudes.

I think one of the dullest things in the world is a letter filled with apologies for not writing sooner.

Every question was like the snapping of a little thread about my heart.

I went through the fields, and sat for an hour afraid to pass a cow. The cow looked at me, and I looked at the cow, and whenever I stirred the cow gave over eating.

Gather up all your scattered dreams and build the life you love.

Becoming a lake has put a lot of things in perspective for me.

It's not the world that needs to change - it's our consciousness we must raise

My cancer allowed me to explore who I really was. Now I feel like a woman who's able to handle whatever life has dealt her.

Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.

My degree was in Depth Psychology and Religion, so I can really speak directly about pop American psychology masquerading as Yoga.

Approach the present with your heart's consent. Make it a blessed event.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Did you ever want something really bad and then when you finally got it all you could do was stand there and grin at it?

I like that kind of thing. I like warmth and uncalled-for kindness, the small unnoticed generosities that speckle the meanness of the world.