An illustration of yellow and red flowers against a lush, green background.

Willa Magland

Then approach nature. Then try, like the first human being, to say what you see and experience and love and lose.

—Rainer Maria Rilke

There is nothing less apt to touch a work of art than critical words: all we end up with there is more or less felicitous misunderstandings.

—Rainer Maria Rilke

Perhaps I shall never die, shall never attain that continuity and permenance.

—Virginia Woolf

"What did you expect?" Úrsula sighed. "Time passes."

—Gabriel Garcia Marquez

I know, I know, I know, I know.

—Paul Simon

Reason is to imagination as the instrument to the agent, as the body to the spirit, as the shadow to the substance.

—Percy Bysshe Shelley

And here, thought I, with my own hand I ply my own shuttle and weave my own destiny into these unalterable threads.

—Herman Melville

The blur of legs resembled wings

—Dante

Leaves are not more shed from the trees or trees from the earth than they are shed out of you.

—Walt Whitman

I love the darker hours of my existence

wherein, as in old letters, I discover

my daily life already lived and over

and like some legend lost in farthest distance.

—Rainer Maria Rilke

Is it the sun?

Is it the sun?

Only she knows

—Loving

Books are meant to be lingered in.

—Alice By Heart

I found that I remembered the conformation of the land as one remembers the modeling of human faces.

—Willa Cather

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