Brandi

“The sun was just touching the western hills as we slid into the dock. Every leaf and twig stood out in the clarity of the tawny light. The sky was green in the north and the wind had died. The slowly rolling water was purple and bronze, dark with the coming night, bright with the fading day. It had been a good day -- and our tomorrows were waiting. What kind of days they would be depended on us.”
― Helen Hoover, A Place in the Woods

“Yes. When I want to fill my heart with His love, I open my eyes to the creations of His hand, especially the ones that seem outrageously and uselessly beautiful--sunsets, sunrises, ice crystals, patterns in drying mud, golden cottonwood leaves against red rock cliffs, the melancholy sound of the first cricket in August, moss-covered rocks in a mountain stream, the way a baby laughs before she can do useful things such as talking or walking.”
― Virginia H. Pearce, A Heart Like His: Making Space for God's Love in Your Life

“Mother did not answer. She was still gazing up at the sky. After a while she said, "I made up a sort of saying for myself, Nat. I will lift up my eyes unto the stars. Sometimes, if you look at the stars long enough, it helps. It shrinks your day-by-day troubles down to size." She smiled. 'We'd better go back. Granny and Father will be wondering where we are.”
― Jean Lee Latham, Carry On, Mr. Bowditch

“Westerners live outdoors more than people elsewhere because outdoors is mainly what they've got.”
― Wallace Stegner, Where the Bluebird Sings to the Lemonade Springs: Living and Writing in the West