“Over the summit, I saw the so-called Mono desert lying dreamily silent in the thick, purple light—a desert of heavy sun-glare beheld from a desert of ice-burnished granite.”— John Muir, amazon.com
“Every morning, arising from the death of sleep, the happy plants and all our fellow animal creatures great and small, and even the rocks, seemed to be shouting, ‘Awake, awake, rejoice, rejoice, come love us and join in our song. Come! Come!’”— John Muir, amazon.com
“Long, blue, spiky-edged shadows crept out across the snow-fields, while a rosy glow, at first scarce discernible, gradually deepened and suffused every mountain-top, flushing the glaciers and the harsh crags above them. This was the alpenglow, to me the most impressive of all the terrestrial manifes…”— John Muir, amazon.com
“This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”— John Muir, amazon.com
“The beauty of a naked body is only appreciated by cultures that use clothing. Modesty is important for sensuality like resistance for energy.”— Fernando Pessoa, amazon.com
“In pictures I may not look like a model, but I don't look half bad. My beauty secret was written all over my face: I looked so, so happy. Smiling eyes totally make up for a lack of eyeliner.”— Stephanie Yoder, amazon.com
“I sure didn’t miss it. In fact I abandoned most of my beauty routines from home: my hair was in a constant pony-tail and I’d lost all qualms about wearing the same dress four days in a row. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about my appearance, it was that suddenly, for the first time since I hit puberty…”— Stephanie Yoder, thoughtcatalog.com
“Whatever expression the sky takes, the features of the landscape are affected in unison, whether it be the serenity of the summer's blue, or the dark tumult of the storm. It is the sky that makes the earth so lovely at sunrise, and so splendid at sunset. In the one it breathes over the earth the cry…”— Thomas Cole, csun.edu
“She is all interest, eagerness, vivacity, the world is to her a charm, a wonder, a mystery, a joy; she can’t speak for delight when she finds a new flower, she must pet it and caress it and smell it and talk to it, and pour out endearing names upon it. And she is color-mad: brown rocks, yellow sand,…”— Mark Twain, amazon.com