What did Wendell Berry mean by: At night make me one with the darkness In the morning make me one with the light. - Wendell Berry Writer · USA Copy
+ Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful Feraz Zeid, September 26, 2023December 24, 2023, Wendell Berry, Joyful, Laughter, 0 - Wendell Berry Writer · USA
+ Willing to die you give up your will; keep still, until moved by what moves all else, you move. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Wendell Berry, Giving Up, Willing, 0 - Wendell Berry Writer · USA
+ Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias. Feraz Zeid, October 18, 2023December 26, 2023, Wendell Berry, Plant, 0 - Wendell Berry Writer · USA
+ To treat life as less than a miracle is to give up on it. Feraz Zeid, August 21, 2023December 12, 2023, Wendell Berry, Giving Up, Miracle, 0 - Wendell Berry Writer · USA
+ To be sane in a mad time is bad for the brain, worse for the heart. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Wendell Berry, Brain, Heart, Mad, 0 - Wendell Berry Writer · USA
+ We cannot comprehend what comprehends us. Feraz Zeid, August 4, 2023December 12, 2023, Wendell Berry, Comprehension, 0 - Wendell Berry Writer · USA
+ So friends, every day do something that won’t compute. Feraz Zeid, September 5, 2023December 24, 2023, Wendell Berry, Simplicity, 0 - Wendell Berry Writer · USA
+ An art that heals and protects its subject is a geography of scars. Feraz Zeid, January 13, 2024January 13, 2024, Wendell Berry, Art, Geography, Scar, 0 - Wendell Berry Writer · USA
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
The Art of Vermeer must have been there on the morning of creation. - Frederick Sommer Photographer · USA
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go. - Jean Genet Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Art is not delivered like the morning paper; it has to be stolen from Mount Olympus. Explain - Wayne Thiebaud Painter · USA
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
