Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.
My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the universe. To him all good things-trout as well as eternal salvation-come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not come easy.
It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us.
We can love completely what we cannot completely understand.
One of life's quiet excitements is to stand somewhat apart from yourself and watch yourself softly becoming the author of something beautiful even if it is only a floating ash.
The world is full of bastards, the number increasing rapidly the further one gets from Missoula, Montana.
Slowly we became silent, and silence itself if an enemy to friendship.
All there is to thinking is seeing something noticeable which makes you see something you weren't noticing which makes you see something that isn't even visible.
At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear. It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us. You can love completely without complete understanding.
At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.
Many of us would probably be better fishermen if we did not spend so much time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect
I knew that, when needed, mountains would move for me.
If our father had had his way, nobody who did not know how to fish would be allowed to disgrace a fish by catching him.
...life every now and then becomes literature...as if life had been made and not happened.
Unless we are willing to escape into sentimentality or fantasy, often the best we can do with catastrophes, even our own, is to find out exactly what happened and restore some of the missing parts.
The hardest thing usually to leave behind, as was the case now, can loosely be called the conscience.
To him, all good things - trout as well as eternal salvation - came by grace; and grace comes by art; and art does not come easy
For a scientist, this is a good way to live and die, maybe the ideal way for any of us - excitedly finding we were wrong and excitedly waiting for tomorrow to come so we can start over.
A mystery of the universe is how it has managed to survive with so much volunteer help.
Ahead and to the west was our ranger station - and the mountains of Idaho, poems of geology stretching beyond any boundaries and seemingly even beyond the world.
Time was just a hangover from the past with no present meaning
Sunrise is the time to feel that you will be able to find out how to help somebody close to you who you think needs help even if he doesn't think. At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear
At the time I did not know that stories of life are often more like rivers than books.
They were still so young they hadn't learned to count the odds and to sense they might owe the universe a tragedy.
...it is not fly fishing if you are not looking for answers to questions.
What a beautiful world it was once. At least a river of it was.
...the most sublime of oddballs, Leonardo da Vinci
Sunrise is the time to feel that you will be able to find out how to help somebody close to you who you think needs help even if he doesn't think so. At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear
It is a strange and wonderful and somewhat embarrassing feeling to hold someone in your arms who is trying to detach you from the earth and you aren't good enough to follow her.
My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the universe. To him, all good things—trout as well as eternal salvation—come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not come easy.
I tried to find something I already knew about life that might help me reach out and touch my brother and get him to look at me and himself.
