The woman was dressed for the season in a light cotton shift patterned with oversize daisies. Her shoes matched the petals and her purse, which was black-and-yellow striped, hung over her shoulder, buzzing the flowers like a lazy bumblebee.
—David Sedaris, Our Perfect Summer
the June nights are long and warm; the roses flowering; and the garden full of lust and bees,
Virginia Woolf, letter to Vanessa Bell
The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own.
Colum McCann
Adopt the pace of Nature:
her secret is patience.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
“A mycelial network is a map of a fungus’s recent history and is a helpful reminder that all life-forms are in fact processes not things.
The “you” of five years ago was made from different stuff than the “you” of today.
Nature is an event that never stops.
As William Bateson, who coined the word genetics, observed,
‘We commonly think of animals and plants as matter, but they are really systems through which matter is continually passing.’”
—Merlin Sheldrake
Humans are divided into different clans and tribes, and belong to countries and towns. But I find myself a stranger to all communities and belong to no settlement.
The universe is my country and the human family is my tribe.
—Khalil Gibran
“Memory commits you to the nuance; the fog.
If you act on memory you commit yourself on the basis of echoes: unpredictable, faint, fading even as they were generated.
No basis on which to inch out across your life, and yet all you have.”
—M. John Harrison
“And God,
please let the deer on the highway
get some kind of heaven.
Something with tall soft grass
and sweet reunion.”
Althea Davis
Memories are dangerous things.
You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you’ll find an edge to cut you.
―Mark Lawrence, Prince of Thorns
