Jean Craighead George > Quotes

“Be you writer or reader, it is very pleasant to run away in a book.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“I must say this now about that first fire. It was magic. Out of dead tinder and grass and sticks came a live warm light. It cracked and snapped and smoked and filled the woods with brightness. It lighted the trees and made them warm and friendly. It stood tall and bright and held back the night.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“I throw back my head, and, feeling free as the wind, breathe in the fresh mountain air. Although I am heavy-hearted, my spirits are rising. To walk in nature is always good medicine.”
― Jean Craighead George, On the Far Side of the Mountain

“See that falcon? Hear those white-throated sparrows? Smell that skunk? Well, the falcon takes the sky, the white-throated sparrow takes the low bushes, the skunk takes the earth...I take the woods.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Chicken is Good! It tastes like chicken.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“The scenes and events were beautiful color spots in her memory.”
― Jean Craighead George, Julie of the Wolves

“Change your ways when fear seizes," he had said, "for it usually means you are doing something wrong.”
― Jean Craighead George, Julie of the Wolves

“Ask nature questions, and you will get answers.”
― Jean Craighead George, Frightful's Mountain

“Maybe the Europeans once thought the earth was flat, but the Eskimos always knew it was round. One only needed to look at the earth’s relatives, the sun and the moon, to know that.”
― Jean Craighead George, Julie of the Wolves

“We humans will never know how meadows or mountains smell, but deer and horses and pigs do. Bando sniffs deeply and shakes his head. We were left out when it comes to smelling things, he says. I would love to be able to smell a mountain and follow my nose to it.”
― Jean Craighead George, On the Far Side of the Mountain

“حين يتملكك الخوف، غير مما أنت فاعله، فإنك تفعل شيئاً فارقه الصواب”
― Jean Craighead George, Julie of the Wolves

“and June burst over the mountain. It smelled good, tasted good, and was gentle to the eyes.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“When the birds were trilling and the leaves were swelling, an Indian came striding into Plymouth. Tall, almost naked, and very handsome, he raised his hand in friendship.
“Welcome, Englishmen,” said Samoset, Massasoit’s ambassador. The Pilgrims murmured in astonishment. The “savage” spoke English. He was friendly and dignified. They greeted him warmly, but cautiously.
Samoset departed and returned a week later with Massasoit and Squanto.
For the next few days, in a house still under construction, Squanto interpreted while Governor Carver and Massasoit worded a peace treaty that would last more than fifty years.
After the agreement, Massasoit went back to his home in Rhode Island, but Squanto stayed on at Plymouth.
The wandering Pawtuxet had at last come home.”
― Jean Craighead George, The First Thanksgiving

“Wolves are brotherly," he said. "They love each other, and if you learn to speak to them, they will love you too.”
― Jean Craighead George, Julie of the Wolves

“There the old Eskimo hunters she had known in her childhood thought the riches of life were intelligence, fearlessness, and love. A man with these gifts was rich and was a great spirit who was admired in the same way that the gussaks admired a man with money and goods.”
― Jean Craighead George, Julie of the Wolves

“Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning. When the sky lightened, when the birds awoke, I knew I would never again see anything so splendid as the round red sun coming up over the earth.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Hunger is a funny thing. It has a kind of intelligence of it's own.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Let’s face it, Thoreau; you can’t live in America today and be quietly different. If you are going to be different, you are going to stand out, and people are going to hear about you; and in your case, if they hear about you, they will remove you to the city or move to you and you won’t be different anymore.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning. When”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“beech”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“و أخذ النجم واهب الحياة يبزغ ببطء حتى صار مستديراً متوهجاً لونه الأحمر في كبد السماء”
― Jean Craighead George, Julie of the Wolves

“ain’t”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Neither the Pilgrims nor the Indians new what they had begun. The Pilgrims called the celebration a Harvest Feast. The Indians thought of it as a Green Corn Dance. It was both and more than both. It was the first Thanksgiving.
In the years that followed, President George Washington issued the first national Thanksgiving proclamation, and President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed the last Thursday in November a holiday of “thanksgiving and praise.” Today it is still a harvest festival and Green Corn Dance. Families feast with friends, give thanks and play games.
Plymouth Rock did not fare as well. It has been cut in half, moved twice, dropped, split and trimmed to fit its present-day portico. It is a mere memento of its once magnificent self.
Yet to Americans, Plymouth Rock is a symbol. It is larger than the mountains, wider than the prairies and stronger than all our rivers.
It is the rock on which our nation began.”
― Jean Craighead George, The First Thanksgiving

“Better to run to the woods than the city, I thought. Here, there is the world to occupy the mind.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“the tundra was even more beautiful—a glistening gold, and its shadows were purple and blue. Lemon-yellow clouds sailed a green sky and every wind-tossed sedge was a silver thread. “Oh,” she whispered in awe, and stopped where she was to view the painted earth.”
― Jean Craighead George, Julie of the Wolves

“كان إيقاع الحياة هو مقياس الزمن في القطب الشمالي”
― Jean Craighead George, Julie of the Wolves

“good”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“That turtle is fearless. She has to be. She carries the Earth on her back.”
― Jean Craighead George, The Talking Earth

“The water was like glass, and in it were little insects with oars.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain