8 Quotes by Opal Whiteley

The wind comes creeping, it calls to me to come go exploring. It sings of the things that are to be found under the leaves. It whispers the dreams of the tall fir trees. It does pipe the gentle song the forest sings on gray days. I hear all the voices calling me. I listen. But I cannot go.

It is such a comfort to nestle up to Michael Angelo Sanzio Raphael when one is in trouble. He is such a grand tree. He has an understanding soul. After I talked with him and listened unto his voice, I slipped down out of his arms.

And this I have learned grown-ups do not know the language of shadows.

By the wood-shed is a brook. It goes singing on. Its joy-song does sing in my heart.

Potatoes are very interesting folks. I think they must see a lot of what is going on in the earth – they have so many eyes.

When one does look up at the grand trees growing up almost to the sky, one does always have longings to pray.

I like to sing when I have works to do – it does so help.

Between the ranch-house and the house we live in is the singing creek where the willows grow. We have conversations. And there I do dabble my toes beside the willows. I feel the feels of gladness they do feel.