Let me say and not mourn: the world lives in the death of speech and sings there. — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
The mercy of the world is time. Time does not stop for love, but it does not stop for death and grief,… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.... For a time I… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
After a while, though the grief did not go away from us, it grew quiet. What had seemed a storm wailing through… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“the inlet our friend looks as he did when we first knew him, and until I wake I believe I will die… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“The world doesn't stop because you are in love or in mourning or in need of time to think. And so when… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“But grief is not a force and has no power to hold. You only bear it. Love is what carries you, for… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“The mercy of the world is time. Time does not stop for love, but it does not stop for death and grief,… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
Returning from the wilderness a man becomes a restorer of order, a preserver. He sees the truth, recognizes his true heir, honors… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
New grief, when it came, you could feel filling the air. It took up all the room there was. The place itself,… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
I took her into bed with me and propped myself up with pillows against the headboard to let her nurse. As she… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“I whisper over to myself the way of loss, the names of the dead. One by one, we lose our loved ones,… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
I began to know my story then. Like everybody's, it was going to be the story of living in the absence of… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“The sunlight now lay over the valley perfectly still. I went over to the graveyard beside the church and found them under… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“I need to tell about my people in their grief. I don’t think grief is something they get over or get away… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
During the last 17 years... I have been working at the restoration of a once exhausted hillside. Its scars are now healed over, though… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
Like the water of a deep stream, love is always too much. We did not make it. Though we drink till we burst, we… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
To husband is to use with care, to keep, to save, to make last, to conserve. Old usage tells us that there is a… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“The two families, sundered in the ruin of a friendship, were united again first in new friendship and then in mariage. My grandfather made… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
The living can't quit living because the world has turned terrible and people they love and need are killed. They can't because they don't.… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“I knew a man who, in the age of chain-saws, went right on cutting his wood with a handsaw and an axe. He was… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“The concept of country, homeland, dwelling place becomes simplified as "the environment" -- that is, what surrounds us, we have already made a profound… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
A community is the mental and spiritual condition of knowing that the place is shared, and that the people who share the place define… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“That we can prescribe the terms of our own success, that we can live outside or in ignorance of the Great Economy are the… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
“The mind that comes to rest is tended In ways that it cannot intend: Is borne, preserved, and comprehended By what it cannot comprehend.… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
The mercy of the world is time. Time does not stop for love, but it does not stop for death and grief, either. — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
The soil is the great connector of our lives, the source and destination of all. — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
