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I paint the fog ~ I think of its fresh moistness, its stillness, its mystery. ~ Douglas Lockwood

What cannot be said will be wept. ~ Sappho

When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive, to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love. ~ Marcus Aurelius

I go to nature to be soothed and healed and to have my senses put in order. ~ John Burroughs

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. ~ Lao Tzu

Nature always wears the colours of the spirit. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

It was all glimmer and warm honey in the yellow light. ~ Patrick Rothfuss, The Slow Regard of Silent Things

Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn. ~ Elizabeth Lawrence

The mere passage of time makes us all exiles. ~ Joyce Carol Oates

Praising what is lost makes the remembrance dear. ~ William Shakespeare