Jane Hirshfield Quotes

Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven't time, and to see takes time - like to have a friend takes time.

Look about you. Take hold of the things that are here. Let them talk to you. You learn to talk to them.

No one comes from the earth like grass. We come like trees. We all have roots.

You look at the tree and you allow it. You see why it is the way it is.

Would there be trees if we didn't see them?

How do you know who I am?' Denna grinned, almost laughed. 'To know Richard is to know who Kahlan is.

People feel like they know me, in a strange way, like they grew up with me or they went to high school with me!

Sam Smith knew who I was!

In apartments and cottages, on the street and in the train... I listen... More and more, I turn into one large ear, always turning to another person.

In the woods we return to reason and faith.

The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.

Bless... the two painting masters who first pointed out to me that there was coming and going among trees, that there was sunlight in shadows.

I like to look at a tree and see that it's love. Don't you?

Eyes open, then," I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don’t really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing The way your touch turns into arcs The way you slide into the dark The beating of my open heart You don't know But I'm noticing

The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more.

To those who see the magical surface of things, you are invisible.' Good grief. Will you still be able to see me?' He met her eyes in a way that made her shiver pleasantly. 'I see you in a great many ways. It would be hard to blind me in all of them.

The quiet was so deep that their feet seemed to thump along while all the trees leaned over them and listened.

Look at a tree, a flower, a plant. Let your awareness rest upon it. How still they are, how deeply rooted in Being. Allow nature to teach you stillness.

I couldn't live where there were no trees--something vital in me would starve.

When you look at a tree and perceive its stillness, you become still yourself. You connect with it at a very deep level. You feel a oneness with whatever you perceive in and through stillness.

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

You know me better than you think, you know, and you shall know me better yet.

She tried to walk softly and wished the trees wouldn't stare at her so.

If you were a tree, what kind would you be?