Oh, I wonder if I will ever feel the burst of birth-joy, that knowing that the indescribable, joyous thing that has wooed… — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
“What do these forests make you feel? Their weight and density, their crowded orderliness. There is scarcely room for another tree and… — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
Life's an awfully lonesome affair. You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems… — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
enter into the life of the trees. Know your relationship and understand their language, unspoken, unwritten talk. Answer back to them with… — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
There was neither horizon, cloud, nor sound; of that pink, spread silence even I had become part, belonging as much to sky… — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
Oh I do want that thing, that oneness of movement that will catch the thing up into one movement and sing -… — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
Writing is a strong easement for perplexity. My life is a map, spread out with all the rivers and hills showing. — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more… — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
It's all the unwordable things one wants to write about, just as it's all the unformable things one wants to paint - essence. — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
The biggest part of painting perhaps is faith, and waiting receptively, content to go any way, not planning or forcing. The fear, though, is… — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
The spirit must be felt so intensely that it has power to call others in passing, for it must pass, not stop in the… — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
Art being so much greater than ourselves, it will not give up once it has taken hold. — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
Oh, I wonder if I will ever feel the burst of birth-joy, that knowing that the indescribable, joyous thing that has wooed and wond… — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
Sometimes I could quit paint and take to charring. It must be fine to clean perfectly, to shine and polish and know that it… — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
How badly I want that nameless thing! First there must be an idea, a feeling... Maybe it was an abstract idea that you've got… — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
The sun enriched the old poles grandly... The mothers expressed all womanhood - the big wooden hands holding the child were so full of… — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
Look at the earth crowded with growth, new and old bursting from their strong roots hidden in the silent, live ground, each seed according… — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
Oh, the glory of growth, silent, mighty, persistent, inevitable! To awaken, to open up like a flower to the light of a fuller consciousness! — Emily Carr Copy Share Image
