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Accept what comes from silence. Make the best you can of it. Of the little words that come out of the silence, like prayers prayed back to the one who prays, make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came.
— Wendell Berry
Death is a sort of lens, thought I used to think of it as a wall or shut door. It changes things and makes them clear.
— Wendell Berry
We enter solitude, in which also we lose loneliness.
— Wendell Berry
Another place! it's enough to grieve me — that old dream of going, of becoming a better man just by getting up and going to a better place.
— Wendell Berry
And I told him that a man's life is always dealing with permanence—that the most dangerous kind of irresponsibility is to think of your doings as temporary.
— Wendell Berry
Now, surely, I am getting old, for my memory of myself as a young man seems now to be complete, as a story told. The young man leaps, and lands on an old man's legs.
— Wendell Berry
As I buried the dead and walked among them, I wanted to make my heart as big as Heaven to include them all and love them and not be distracted. I couldn't do it, of course, but I wanted to.
— Wendell Berry
Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.
— Wendell Berry
What a wonder I was when I was young, as I learn by the stern privilege of being old: how regardlessly I stepped the rough pathways of the hillside woods, treaded hardly thinking the tumbled stairways of the steep streams, and worked unaching hard days thoughtful only of the work, the passing light, the heat, the cool water I gladly drank.
— Wendell Berry
They went to school, apparently, to learn to say over and over again, regardless of where they were, what had already been said too often. They learned to have a very high opinion of God and a very low opinion of His works—although they could tell you that this world had been made by God Himself.
— Wendell Berry
I never shed a tear that day, but all day long I saw Margaret as her father and her grandfather saw her. I loved her that day with my love but also with theirs.
— Wendell Berry
And I sat there trying to think, and failing, thinking only that whatever I would say was probably going to be a surprise to me.
— Wendell Berry