The liveness in me just loves to feel the liveness in growing things, in grass and rain and leaves and flowers and sun and feathers and furs and earth and sand and moss. Emily Carr More Quotes by Emily Carr More Quotes From Emily Carr Rentals sank, living rose. I could not afford help. I must be owner, agent, landlady and janitor. I loathed landladying... I tried in every way to augment my income. Small fruit, hens, rabbits, dogs - pottery... I never painted now - had neither time nor wanting. For about fifteen years I did not paint. Emily Carr dog rose years The outstanding event was the doing which I am still at. Don't pickle me awayas done. Emily Carr pickles events done My mountain is dead. As soon as she has dried, I'll bury her under a decent layer of white paint. But I haven't done with the old lady; far from it! Emily Carr mountain determination white Twenty can't be expected to tolerate sixty in all things, and sixty gets bored stiff with twenty's eternal love affairs. Emily Carr eternal-love bored twenties The foolish square calves pretend to be frightened of our train. Bluffers! Haven't they seen it every day since they were born? It's just an excuse to shake the joy out of their heels. Emily Carr excuse squares joy Bless... the two painting masters who first pointed out to me that there was coming and going among trees, that there was sunlight in shadows. Emily Carr shadow tree two Sometimes I could quit paint and take to charring. It must be fine to clean perfectly, to shine and polish and know that it could not be done better. In painting that never occurs. Emily Carr shining done perfection The memory of Cumshewa is of a great lonesomeness smothered in a blur of rain. Emily Carr blur rain memories Don't take what someone else has made sure of and pretend it's you yourself that have made sure of it till it's yours absolutely by conviction. It's stealing to take it and hypocrisy and you'll fall into a hole. Emily Carr stealing hypocrisy fall I thought my mountain was coming this morning. It was near to speaking when suddenly it shifted, sulked, and returned to smallness. It has eluded me again and sits there, puny and dull. Why? Emily Carr mountain failure morning I sat staring, staring, staring - half lost, learning a new language or rather the same language in a different dialect. So still were the big woods where I sat, sound might not yet have been born. Emily Carr new born learning language Trees love to toss and sway; they make such happy noises. Emily Carr trees make nature happy love You will have to experiment and try things out for yourself and you will not be sure of what you are doing. That's all right, you are feeling your way into the thing. Emily Carr yourself feeling you way
