"The time of the falling leaves has come again. Once more in our morning walk we tread upon carpets of gold and crimson, of brown and bronze, woven by the winds or the rains out of these delicate textures while we slept."
- John Burroughs, “The Falling Leaves,” Under the Maples (via lajoiedespetiteschoses)
"She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return."
- Starra Neely Blade (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
(Source: psych-facts, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
"Art is long, and Time is fleeting."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (via observando)
"I imagine my heart was being broken to make it bigger in order to embrace something I couldn’t have other wise."
- Cathe Laurie (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
(Source: simply-divine-creation, via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
"I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order."
- John Burroughs (via thatkindofwoman)