What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!
JOHN MUIRA part of all nature, neither old nor young, sick nor well, but immortal.
More John Muir Quotes
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The galling harness of civilization drops off, and wounds heal ere we are aware.
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Earth has no sorrow that earth can not heal.
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Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.
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And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.
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Few places in this world are more dangerous than home.
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In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.
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Night is coming on and I am filled with indescribable loneliness. Felt feverish; bathed in a black, silent stream.
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I am learning to live close to the lives of my friends without ever seeing them. No miles of any measurement can separate your soul from mine.
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To the lover of wilderness, Alaska is one of the most wonderful countries in the world.
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Take me into the mountains.
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This time it is real – all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!
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Yet through all this stress the forest is maintained in marvelous beauty.
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Every sight and sound inspiring, leading one far out of himself, yet feeding and building up his individuality.
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Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.
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The soft light of morning falls upon ripening forests of oak and elm, walnut and hickory, and all Nature is thoughtful and calm.
JOHN MUIR