Connor Johnstone

“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“The earth has its music for those who will listen”
― Reginald Vincent Holmes, Fireside Fancies

“We kill all the caterpillars, then complain there are no butterflies.”
― John Marsden, The Dead of Night

“Half happy. We wander among Mayflowers, among the lonely paths in the woods. We hover over gatherings of people, over the scene of accidents, gardens, festivals. We cower in chimneys of dwelling places and behind the bed curtains. Give me your hand. We don’t associate with each other, but we see and hear everything that is going on in the world. We know that everything is stupidity, everything that men do and contend for, and we laugh at it.”
― Frank Wedekind