Hannah Greendale (Hello, Bookworm)

“For he realized at last that the spiritual balm he had always found in silent things was simply the assurance that the passions and agonies of man were without meaning, roots, or duration - no more part of the permament background of the world than the curls of blue smoke that from time to time were wafted through the valley from the autumn bonfires of weeds and rubbish, and that he could see winding like blue wraiths in and out of the foilage of the trees.”
― Hope Mirrlees, Lud-in-the-Mist

“Put a horse in an empty meadow, and the meadow becomes animate. Put a saola, even a saola you cannot see, in a forest, and the forest, as though it held a unicorn, acquires an energy that cannot be named. It becomes numinous; it gains the pull of gravity, the weight of water, the float of a feather.”
― William deBuys, The Last Unicorn: A Search for One of Earth's Rarest Creatures

“Your work - in even the smallest things - it is a mirror of you.”
― Tony Johnston, Beast Rider: A Novel

“But here is the nature of life. That we must love things with our whole selves, knowing they will die.”
― Charlotte McConaghy, Wild Dark Shore