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"Gardening is the handiest excuse for being a philosopher. Nobody guesses, nobody accuses, nobody knows, but there you are, Plato in the peonies, Socrates force-growing his own hemlock. A man toting a sack of blood manure across his lawn is kin to Atlas letting the world spin easy on his shoulder."
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"Life is a flowing river. We came from earth and water. We will go back there after the magic of life."
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"Clear skies do not promise rain."
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"Spring dances with joy in every flower and in every bud letting us know that changes are beautiful and an inevitable law of life."
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"Every flower returns to sleep with the earth."
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"Spring is the only season that flutters in on gentle wings and builds nests in our hearts."
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"A puddle repeats infinity, and is full of light; nevertheless, if analyzed objectively, a puddle is a piece of dirty water spread very thin on mud."
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"I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists..."
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"When I am in nature, my heart dances with butterflies and sings along with flowers."
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"A planet without birds is a planet without angels!"
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"If the rowan's roots are shallow, it bears no crown."
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"From now on I hope always to stay alert, to educate myself as best I can. But lacking this, in Future I will relaxedly turn back to my secret mind to see what it has observed when I thought I was sitting this one out. We never sit anything out.We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out."
Mindfulness
"Her eyes reversed into herself, to watch the secret heart of herself pounding itself into pieces against the side of her chest."
Emotion
"It is a subliminal thing. It is the tick of a clock that has ticked so long one no longer notices. Something is in a room when a man lives in it. Something is not in the room when a man is dead in it."
Existence
"Love is easy, and I love writing. You can't resist love. You get an idea, someone says something, and you're in love."
Writing
"We are living in a time when flowers are trying to live on flowers, instead of on good rain and black loam."
Nature
"It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away."
Change
"It is a lie to write in such way as to be rewarded by fame offered you by some snobbish quasi-literary groups in the intellectual gazettes."
Creativity
"Life should be touched, not strangled."
Life
"Then, left alone, shivering, I happened to glance up. I stood, I froze, blinking up through the drift, the drift, the silent drift of blinding snow. I saw the high hotel windows, the lights, the shadows.What's it like up there? I thought. Are fires lit? Is it warm as breath? Who are all those people? Are they drinking? Are they happy?Do they even know I'm HERE?"
Loneliness
"You fail only if you stop writing."
Writing
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