Hamlin Garland Quotes

Oh, my God, this amazing cool breeze is coming through my window and the sun is shining. I'm happy.

I love the feeling of the fresh air on my face and the wind blowing through my hair.

It's a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries.

Seeing family is what brings me peace. If I'm not traveling home on my day off, I love going to Central Park to be around trees and throw a Frisbee with my boyfriend.

Real joy seems to me almost as unlike security or prosperity as it is unlike agony.

I just need green. I need to wake up and see grass and squirrels. I don't want to see skyscrapers.

I certainly wasn't happy. Happiness has to do with reason, and only reason earns it. What I was given was the thing you can't earn, and can't keep, and often don't even recognize at the time; I mean joy.

A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.

I love the long grass coming up to meet the willows.

Earth laughs in flowers.

And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days.

I want to derive pleasure from this planet and put pleasure back into it.

While experiencing happiness, we have difficulty in being conscious of it. Only when the happiness is past and we look back on it do we suddenly realise - sometimes with astonishment - how happy we had been.

I love the outdoors and looking at snakes, squirrels, bugs - just going through the woods and being part of it. You can smell the different trees. And I listen. There's so much you can learn by listening, by sitting and watching things happen.

I like to be in Le Mans during the summer, of course because I have my family over there but also because the nature is just beautiful at this time and it's in the country. There is a relaxing spirit in this place.

I love the quiet forest that stands between my lab and my home.

I came where the river Ran over stones; My ears knew An early joy. And all the waters Of all the streams Sang in my veins That summer day.

When all within is peace How nature seems to smile Delights that never cease The live-long day beguile

Life has loveliness to sell, / Music like a curve of gold, / Scent of pine trees in the rain, / Eyes that love you, arms that hold, / And for your spirit's still delight, / Holy thoughts that star the night.

This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore.

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!

Fish and fowl, warm sun and shady trees, the field mice in the wheat, under the cool light of the moon.

He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.

The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.

We were going to the long field which today looked like an ocean, although I had never seen an ocean; the grass was moving in the breeze and the cloud shadows passed back and forth and the trees in the distance moved.