Wendell Berry Quotes About Grace

Quotes about: Grace

• When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

  Wendell Berry

  Nature, Stars, Children

  Wendell Berry (2012). “New Collected Poems”, p.79, Counterpoint Press

• I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.... For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

  Wendell Berry

  Life, Grief, Generosity

  Wendell Berry (2012). “New Collected Poems”, p.79, Counterpoint Press

• When despair for the world grows in me...
  I come into the presence of still water.
  And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light.
  For a time I rest in the grace of the world,
  and am free.

  Wendell Berry

  Stars, Light, Water

  Wendell Berry (2012). “New Collected Poems”, p.79, Counterpoint Press

• Where is our comfort but in the free, uninvolved, finally mysterious beauty and grace of this world that we did not make, that has no price? Where is our sanity but there? Where is our pleasure but in working and resting kindly in the presence of this world? (pg. 215, Economy and Pleasure)

  Wendell Berry

  Grace, Comfort, World

• For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

  Wendell Berry

  Grace, World, Still Waters

  Wendell Berry (2012). “New Collected Poems”, p.79, Counterpoint Press

• O Thou, Far off and here, whole and broken, Who in necessity and in bounty wait, Whose truth is light and dark, mute though spoken, By Thy wide grace show me Thy narrow gate.

  Wendell Berry

  Dark, Garden, Light

  Wendell Berry (2012). “New Collected Poems”, p.242, Counterpoint Press

• I lack the peace of simple things. I am never wholly in place. I find no peace or grace. We sell the world to buy fire, our way lighted by burning men.

  Wendell Berry

  Simple, Men, Fire

  Wendell Berry (2012). “New Collected Poems”, p.78, Counterpoint Press

• All goes back to the earth, and so I do not desire pride of excess or power, but the contentments made by men who have had little: the fisherman's silence receiving the river's grace, the gardener's musing on rows.

  Wendell Berry

  Pride, Men, Rivers

  Wendell Berry (2009). “The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry”, p.29, Counterpoint Press

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