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 MUIRThere is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties.
More John Muir Quotes
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All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world’s wildernesses I first should wander.
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Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.
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Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
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I never saw a discontented tree.
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At the touch of this divine light, the mountains seemed to kindle to a rapt, religious consciousness, and stood hushed like devout worshippers waiting to be blessed.
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Take me into the mountains.
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As if nothing that does not obviously make for the benefit of man had any right to exist; as if our ways were God’s ways.
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Yet how hard most people work for mere dust and ashes and care, taking no thought of growing in knowledge and grace, never having time to get in sight of their own ignorance.
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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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Go where we will, all the world over, we seem to have been there before.
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There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties.
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The deeper the solitude the less the sense of loneliness, and the nearer our friends.
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The rivers flow not past, but through us, thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing.
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But it is in the darkest nights, when storms are blowing and the agitated waves are phosphorescent, that the most impressive displays are made.
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As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing.
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