shubhtaj dhillon:
misty morning
shubhtaj dhillon:
a walk in the woods
shubhtaj dhillon:
sunset at the countryside
shubhtaj dhillon:
gorgeous green thursday
shubhtaj dhillon:
The morning mist
shubhtaj dhillon:
“Reading about nature is fine, but if a person walks in the woods and listens carefully, he can learn more than what is in books, for they speak with the voice of God.”
shubhtaj dhillon:
When day is done, and clouds are low, And flowers are honey-dew, And Hesper's lamp begins to glow Along the western blue; And homeward wing the turtle-doves, Then comes the hour the poet loves.
shubhtaj dhillon:
I like these cold, gray winter days. Days like these let you savor a bad mood.
shubhtaj dhillon:
The road not taken
shubhtaj dhillon:
“Faith is not a delicate flower which would wither away under the slightest stormy weather”
shubhtaj dhillon:
“Nature is the true revelation of the Deity to man. The nearest green field is the inspired page from which you may read all that it is needful for you to know.”
shubhtaj dhillon:
“The road of life can only reveal itself as it is traveled; each turn in the road reveals a surprise. Man's future is hidden.”
shubhtaj dhillon:
There is a privacy about it which no other season gives you.... In spring, summer and fall people sort of have an open season on each other; only in the winter, in the country, can you have longer, quiet stretches when you can savor belonging to yourself.
shubhtaj dhillon:
“Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term art, I should call it "the Reproduction of what the senses perceive in nature through the veil of the mist”
shubhtaj dhillon:
“To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring.”
shubhtaj dhillon:
Winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments, embark upon a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour.
shubhtaj dhillon:
There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can built and yet leave a landscape as it was before.
shubhtaj dhillon:
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I have not lived.”
shubhtaj dhillon:
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
shubhtaj dhillon:
“How well I have learned that there is no fence to sit on between heaven and hell. There is a deep, wide gulf, a chasm, and in that chasm is no place for any man.”
shubhtaj dhillon:
Use the talents you possess - for the woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except for the best.
shubhtaj dhillon:
On the solitary path