Story Musgrave Quotes

I don't care what town you're born in, what city, what country. If you're a child, you are curious about your environment. You're overturning rocks. You're plucking leaves off of trees and petals off of flowers, looking inside, and you're doing things that create disorder in the lives of the adults around you.

I first became aware of the delights of the natural world when my father, an entomologist, presented me with what looked like a twig. When it got up and walked, my delight was such that I wrote a poem, 'To a Walking Stick.'

The world is so different for a child, waking in the mornings, wide-eyed and ready to take it all in.

Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

I get inspiration from a lot of things around me - nature, hills, people, and even insects.

To have a childhood means to live a thousand lives before the one.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends, And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind.

Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.

As a little kid, I climbed a lot of trees because I always loved the bird's-eye view.

Childhood means simplicity. Look at the world with the child's eye - it is very beautiful.

Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain them!

I think I am a child. Everything blows my mind.

I am always fascinated by the way kids create their own world. That is something I am very attentive to anywhere I go.

I can remember being eight, and I like writing about that age of innocence when children still have a sense of wonder.

Touch a scientist and you touch a child.

A three year old child is a being who gets almost as much fun out of a fifty-six dollar set of swings as it does out of finding a small green worm.

I loved the idea of seeing the world through a boy's eyes.

One travels so as to learn once more how to marvel at life in the way a child does. And blessed be the poet, the artist who knows how to keep alive his sense of wonder.

The pursuit of truth and beauty is a sphere of activity in which we are permitted to remain children all our lives.

Sometimes random things that you wouldn't think mean anything mean so much to them. With kids, you can say, 'Let's go pick some flowers' or 'There's a snail. Let's investigate that.'

I have two children and it's amazing how in tune they are with nature, with light, with smells, with time.

Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Childhood, after all, is not an ending, but rather a state full of potent curiosity.

I am just a child who has never grown up. I still keep asking these 'how' and 'why' questions. Occasionally, I find an answer.