What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.
(~Anne Lamott)

'What makes the desert beautiful,' said the little prince, 'is that somewhere it hides a well...'

(~Antoine de Saint-Exupery)

when green becomes tomatoes there will be sky and sun and possibly a 
     cloud or two
when green becomes tomatoes there will be leaves and flowers tall and 
     standing straight and someone splashing, jumping, diving down
when green becomes tomatoes there will be wings and something inching, 
     green and small and a sweetly, tweetly chirping song
when green becomes tomatoes there will be round and there will be red 
     and there will be tomatoes (more red than green) (more round than 
     seed) (more on the vine than way deep down)
when green becomes tomatoes
(~Julie Fogliano)

The half-life of love is forever.
(~Junot Diaz)

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time. 
(~John Lubbock)

As imperceptibly as grief
The summer lapsed away,--
Too imperceptible, at last,
To seem like perfidy.

A quietness distilled,
As twilight long begun,
Or Nature, spending with herself
Sequestered afternoon.

The dusk drew earlier in,
The morning foreign shone,--
A courteous, yet harrowing grace,
As guest who would be gone.

And thus, without a wing,
Or service of a keel,
Our summer made her light escape
Into the beautiful.

(~Emily Dickinson)

Many people lose the small joys in the hope for the big happiness. 

(~Pearl S. Buck)