What do we wish for? To be whole. To be complete. Wildness reminds us what it means to be human, what we are connected to rather than what we are separate from.

Terry Tempest Williams, Red: Passion and Patience in the Desert (2001)

Isn’t it queer: there are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before; like the larks in this country, that have been singing the same five notes over for thousands of years.

Willa Cather, O Pioneers! (1913)

I hope you love Birds too. It is economical. It saves going to Heaven.

Emily Dickinson, Letter to Eugenia Hall (1885)