I wasn't scare, I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.
I looked up at the sky; the pure, wonderful stars were still there, burning
But why think about that when all the golden land's ahead of you and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you're alive to see?
And all the insects ceased in honor of the moon.
Says, Rahula! Rahula! Face of Glory! Universe chawed and swallowed!
What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forwa...
To make the sea your own, to watch over it, to brood your very soul into it, to accept it and love it as though only it mattered and existed.
The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like gol...
The taste
The beauty of things must be that they end.
That looks like a tree, let's call it a tree,' said Coyote to Earthmaker at the beginning, and they walked around the rootdrinker patting their bellies.
One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.
Let me sing the beauty of my Maggie. Legs:--the knees attached to the thighs, knees shiny, thighs like milk. Arms:--the levers of my content, the serpents of my joy. Back:--the sight of that in a stra...
I never dwelt on the dark farcical furious real life of this roaring working world, wow.
He had never felt anything like that before - yet somehow he knew that from now on he would always feel like that, always, and something caught at his throat as he realized what a strange sad adventur...
By the time I went to bed I wasn't taken in by no Princess or no desire for no Princess and nobody's disapproval and I felt glad and slept well.
But the mountains were mighty solemn, and so was Japhy, and for that matter so was I, and in fact laugher is solemn.
I made myself famous by writing 'songs' and lyrics about the beauty of the things I did and ugliness, too.
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
Your mind makes out the orange by seeing it, hearing it, touching it, smelling it, tasting it and thinking about it but without this mind, you call it, the orange would not be seen or heard or smelled...