Charles Edward Montague Quotes

All my life through, the new sights of Nature made me rejoice like a child.

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

There is not one blade of grass, there is no color in this world that is not intended to make us rejoice.

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.

If you look at little kids and wild animals, these are two groups of things that whenever I'm with them forces me to be in the moment.

I love reality. I love the world. I love the smell of it. I love it.

I do find the sight of small children eating very moving. Watch the way their tiny fingers clamp the cutlery. The exaggeratedly precise way they move cups or glasses to their lips.

We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body.

Children are wonderful!

The universe is in the habit of making beauty. There are flowers and songs, snowflakes and smiles, acts of great courage, laughter between friends, a job well done, the smell of fresh baked bread. Beauty is everywhere.

A small child has no ambitions, he has no desires. He is so absorbed in the moment - a bird on the wing catches his eye so totally; just a butterfly, its beautiful colors, and he is enchanted; the rainbow in the sky... and he cannot conceive that there can be anything more significant, richer than this rainbow. And the night full of stars, stars beyond stars... Innocence is rich, it is full, it is pure.

Not the sun or summer alone, but every hour and season yields its tribute of delight.

A shaft of sunlight at the end of a dark afternoon, a note of music, and the way the back of a baby’s neck smells if it’s mother keeps it tidy,” answered Henry. “Correct,” said Stuart. “Those are the important things. You forgot one thing, though. Mary Bendix, what did Henry Rackmeyer forget?” “He forgot ice cream with chocolate sauce on it,” said Mary quickly.

One of the greatest joys in life is watching a child laugh

Everybody's twelve years old in an apple orchard.

The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows of bare limbs making for sidewalk filigrees. Roses past their prime with their petals loose about them. The shouts of children at play in the neighborhood, Ginger Rogers on the black-and-white screen.

I always felt the world cannot fall apart as long as free men see the rainbow, feel the rain and hear the laugh of a child.

Children are the true connoisseurs. What’s precious to them has no price, only value.

I always say that the times in my life when I've been happiest are the times when I've seen, like, a sunset.

The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention.

There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.

I'm just glad I was able to return to some of that innocence and beauty I had as a child when I started my own family, and my children brought me back some of that spirit.

Nature was here a series of wonders, and a fund of delight.

Even with all of the things that are so awful, if you walk into your yard and stay there looking at almost anything for five minutes, you will be stunned by how marvelous life is and how incredibly lucky we are to have it.