And I knew that the Spirit that had gone forth to shape the world and make it live was still alive in… — 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
Go with your love to the fields. Lie down in the shade. Rest your head in her lap. Swear allegiance to what… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
I prayed like a man walking in a forest at night, feeling his way with his hands, at each step fearing to… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
This is a book about Heaven. I know it now. It floats among us like a cloud and is the realest thing… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
At the window he sits and looks out, musing on the river, a little brown hen duck paddling upstream among the windwaves… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
Can we actually suppose that we are wasting, polluting, and making ugly this beautiful land for the sake of patriotism and the… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
There are endless ways to amuse oneself and be idle, and most of them lie outside the woods. I assume that when… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
Prayer is like lying awake at night, afraid, with your head under the cover, hearing only the beating of your own heart.… — 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 grower of trees, the gardener, the man born to farming, whose hands reach into the ground and sprout, to him the… — 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
