Who will tell whether
Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies. Erich Fromm
Morning Air
Forests are the lungs
Forests are the lungs of our land. Franklin D. Roosevelt
The great grindstone, Earth,
The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the courtyard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with red upon it that the sun had never give, and would never take away. Charles Dickens
How sweet the morning
How sweet the morning air is! See how that one little cloud floats like a pink feather from some gigantic flamingo. Now the red rim of the sun pushes itself over the London cloud-bank. It shines on a good many folk, but on none, I dare bet, who are on a stranger errand than you … Read more
How sweet the morning
How sweet the morning air is! …How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature! Arthur Conan Doyle
If I were a
If I were a maker of perfumes, I would make one and call it ‘Spring,’ and it would smell like this cool, sweet, early-morning air. Ann Petry
Weird, isn’t it Somehow
Weird, isn’t it Somehow in the dead of winter when its 40 below, so cold your words just freeze in the air, you think you’ll never hear a robin’s song again or see a blossom on a cherry tree, when one day you wake up and bingo, light coming through the mini blinds is softened … Read more
I go into my
I go into my library, and all history unrolls before me. I breathe the morning air of the world while the scent of Eden’s roses yet lingered in it, while it vibrated only to the world’s first brood of nightingales, and to the laugh of Eve. I see the pyramids building; I hear the shoutings … Read more