I dislike the thought that some animal has been made miserable to feed me. If I am going to eat meat, I… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
The country where he lives is haunted by the ghost of an old forest. In the cleared fields where he gardens and… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
But the sower going forth to sow sets foot into time to come, the seeds falling on his own place. He has… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
If we represent knowledge as a tree, we know that things that are divided are yet connected. We know that to observe… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees,… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
A tree forms itself in answer to its place and the light. Explain it how you will, the only thing explainable will… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
As I age in the world it will rise and spread, and be for this place horizon and orison, the voice of… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias. Say that your main crop is the forest that you did not plant, that you will… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
So, friends, every day do something that won't compute...Give your approval to all you cannot understand...Ask the questions that have no answers.… — 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
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
I like the way that the history of the tree shapes the tree. There's no distinction between the tree and its history.… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
Ask the world to reveal its quietude- not the silence of machines when they are still, but the true quiet by which… — 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
Sit and be still until in the time of no rain you hear beneath the dry wind's commotion in the trees 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
