Posts Tagged ‘quotes’

“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.”
― John Muir, The Mountains of California

Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.” ~ Henry David Thoreau

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Besides beautiful old buildings and doors, Pasadena has classic gates. Let’s take a quick look.

“There are so many doors to open. I am impatient to begin.” –Charlie Gordan”― Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon

“Either you enter the interesting gates and experience interesting things or you stand behind the gates and sit cowardly!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

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Cee’s Len’s-Artists Photo Challenge this week features single flowers. I realized I’m spoiled for choice, but that’s not a bad problem to have.

My first photo, an iris, was taken with an iPhone and has been one of my most popular photos. Of course, the light is what makes it and I never again could get that same light. Then the older man who grew these beauties on his tree lawn died and the family dug them up.

“Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine to the mind.”
― Luther Burbank

Now that we live in the desert, I think it only fitting that I should include a shot of a cactus flower. Although you might not think it, the cacti have some of the most beautiful blooms you’ll ever see. Just be careful when getting a closeup!

“I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Some days everything seems clear, even when the road ahead might appear long and far away.

“The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Other days, you can’t really tell where you’re headed and feel as though you’re descending into darkness.

“Life is not always perfect. Like a road, it has many bends, ups and down, but that’s its beauty.”
― Amit Ray, World Peace: The Voice of a Mountain Bird

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Reading

Posted: September 3, 2019 in Quotes
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I’ll be turning a few pages this week, so I wish you well and look forward to catching up this weekend.

A house that has virtually no plants or trees of any kind around it always looks sad and barren to me, something not integrated with nature in any way. In a city like Philadelphia with many row houses, there are few yards and rarely any surrounding a home. However, home or business owners still find ways to bring nature to their doors, gladdening the hearts of passers while making doors and entryways more attractive.

It seems very safe to me to be surrounded by green growing things and water. ~Barbara Kingsolver

Only as far as the masters of the world have called in nature to their aid, can they reach the height of magnificence. This is the meaning of their hanging-gardens, villas, garden-houses, islands, parks, and preserves.

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

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This quote, culled from a book many of you might enjoy, Use Your Words; Word Power Quizzes and Quotable Quotes” from Reader’s Digest, made me and my husband laugh out loud. But finding a photo to go with it was tricky in this PC age.  I hope you think I chose well.

It’s tempting to let someone else be responsible for you.
Be the resistance!!
Be responsible for yourself whenever possible!

© janet m. webb

It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want—oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!
― Mark Twain

© janet m. webb

It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.
John Galsworthy, The Forsyte Saga