Here in Florida the seasons move in and out like nuns in soft clothing, making no rustle in their passing.
Marjorie Kinnan RawlingsWe cannot live without the Earth or apart from it, and something is shrivelled in a man's heart when he turns away from it and concerns himself only with the affairs of men
Marjorie Kinnan RawlingsMen had reached into the scrub and along its boundaries, had snatched what they could get and had gone away, uneasy in that vast indifferent peace; for a man was nothing, crawling ant-like among the myrtle bushes under the pines. Now they were gone, it was as though they had never been. The silence of the scrub was primordial. The wood-thrush crying across it might have been the first bird in the world-or the last.
Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings