Alice Cary Quotes

The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.

Life forms illogical patterns. It is haphazard and full of beauties which I try to catch as they fly by, for who knows whether any of them will ever return?

A flower doesn't love you or hate you, it just exists.

In this world, only winter is certain

Everything that's realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent.

What I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.

A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.

The world rolls round forever like a mill; it grinds out death and life and good and ill; it has no purpose, heart or mind or will.

The sea has neither meaning nor pity.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness, and dies by chance.

For all of nature's wonder and beauty, it is also hostile and unpredictable.

Not everything in life can be interpreted metaphorically; that's because things fall out on the way.

Life just keeps unfolding, ignoring our praise or blame.

Went looking for faith on the forest floor, and it showed up everywhere. In the sun, and the water, and the falling leaves, the falling leaves of time.

A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground; its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isn't it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures?

Chance never writ a legible book; chance never built a fair house; chance never drew a neat picture; it never did any of these things, nor ever will; nor can it be without absurdity supposed able to do them; which yet are works very gross and rude, very easy and feasible, as it were, in comparison to the production of a flower or a tree.

Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these days.

There was no escaping what he had realized as he fought for warmth in the night. With or without him,the moon and the wind would go on, rising and falling. The land would keep stretching ahead until it hit the sea. People would keep dying. It made no difference if Harold walked, or trembled, or stayed at home.

The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore.

Men come and go, cities rise and fall, whole civilizations appear and disappear-the earth remains, slightly modified. The earth remains, and the heartbreaking beauty where there are no hearts to break....I sometimes choose to think, no doubt perversely, that man is a dream, thought an illusion, and only rock is real. Rock and sun.

Look round and round upon this bare bleak plain, and see even here, upon a winter's day, how beautiful the shadows are! Alas! It is the nature of their kind to be so. The loveliest things in life... are but shadows; and they come and go, and change and fade away, as rapidly as these.

The real beauty in life is that beauty can sometimes occur.

I think life is perverse. It can be beautiful, but it won't.

Mother Nature doesn't care if you're having fun.