Who could fail to embrace a season so beautiful and so fragile?
Excerpt from The Comfort of Crows A Backyard Year by Margaret Renkle and illustrated by Billy Renkle, 2023
Excerpt from this book: The Comfort of Crows
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Excerpt from this book: The Accidental Tourist
The real adventure, he thought, is the flow of time; it’s as much adventure as anyone could wish.
Excerpt from The Accidental Tourist, by Anne Tyler, 1985
Excerpt from the book: “O” Is for Outlaw
Most of us discard more information about ourselves than we ever care to preserve. Our recollection of the past is not simply distorted by our faulty perception of events remembered, but skewed by those forgotten. The memory is like orbiting twin stars, one visible, one dark, the trajectory of what’s evident forever affected by the gravity of what’s concealed.
Excerpt from: “O” Is for Outlaw, by Sue Grafton, 1999
Excerpt from: The Thursday Murder Club
In life, you have to learn to count the good days. You have to tuck them in your pocket and carry them around with you.
Excerpt from the book: The Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman, 2020
Excerpt from: This Side of Paradise
“I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses.”
from the book, This Side of Paradise, by F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1920
Excerpt from the book: The Essex Serpent
“Solitude suits me. Sometimes I wear my old boots and my man’s coat and sometimes I put on silk, and no one’s any the wiser, and certainly not me.”
Excerpt from the book: The Essex Serpent by Sarah Perry, 2016
Excerpt from: The Great Gatsby
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…And one fine morning—
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
from The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1925
Excerpt from Thoreau
“Many an object is not seen, though it falls within the range of our visual ray, because it does not come within the range of our intellectual ray, i.e., we are not looking for it. So in the larger sense, we find only the world we look for.”
from The Journal 1837-1861 by Henry David Thoreau
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