My Side of the Mountain Quotes

“Be you writer or reader, it is very pleasant to run away in a book.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“I must say this now about that first fire. It was magic. Out of dead tinder and grass and sticks came a live warm light. It cracked and snapped and smoked and filled the woods with brightness. It lighted the trees and made them warm and friendly. It stood tall and bright and held back the night.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“See that falcon? Hear those white-throated sparrows? Smell that skunk? Well, the falcon takes the sky, the white-throated sparrow takes the low bushes, the skunk takes the earth...I take the woods.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Chicken is Good! It tastes like chicken.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“and June burst over the mountain. It smelled good, tasted good, and was gentle to the eyes.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Let’s face it, Thoreau; you can’t live in America today and be quietly different. If you are going to be different, you are going to stand out, and people are going to hear about you; and in your case, if they hear about you, they will remove you to the city or move to you and you won’t be different anymore.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Hunger is a funny thing. It has a kind of intelligence of it's own.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning. When the sky lightened, when the birds awoke, I knew I would never again see anything so splendid as the round red sun coming up over the earth.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“beech”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning. When”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“ain’t”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“The water was like glass, and in it were little insects with oars.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Better to run to the woods than the city, I thought. Here, there is the world to occupy the mind.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“good”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“I checked her backpack for her toothbrush and watched her go down the front steps, her shoulders squared confidently. I blew her a kiss and sat down to wait. Presently, she was back. Although wishing to run to the woods and live on our own seems to be an inherited characteristic in our family, we are not unique. Almost everyone I know has dreamed at some time of running away”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“It seemed marvelous to see life pump through that strange little body of feathers, wordless noises, milk eyes—much as life pumped through me.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“I still can’t believe that animals don’t understand why delicious food is in such a ridiculous spot.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“I don't know why, but this seemed like one of the nicest things I had learned in the woods--that earthworms, lowly, confined to the darkness of the earth, could make just a little stir in the world.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“when the weather is as near to you as your skin and as much a part of your life as eating.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“if he doesn’t want to come home, then we will bring home to him.’ And that’s why we are all here.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Scrub mussels in spring water. Dump them into boiling water with salt. Boil five minutes. Remove and cool in the juice. Take out meat. Eat by dipping in acorn paste flavored with a smudge of garlic, and green apples.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“The lamp I am writing by is deer fat poured into a turtle shell with a strip of my old city trousers for a wick.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“I heard you humming.”
“Yes,” he said. “I hum a great deal. Can you hum?"
"Yes," I replied. "I can hum. I hum a good deal, too, and even sing, especially when I get out of the spring in the morning. Then I really sing aloud."
"Let's hear you sing aloud."
So I said, feeling very relaxed with the sun shining on my head, "All right, I'll sing you my cold water song.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“It stood tall and bright and held back the night.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“whippoorwill”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning.”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“Won’t everything be all right if she’s free?”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“raccoons or skunks about in the snow, but the mice, the weasels, the mink, the foxes, the shrews, the cottontail rabbits were all busier than Coney Island in July. Their tracks were all over the mountain, and their activities ranged from catching each other”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain

“legs,”
― Jean Craighead George, My Side of the Mountain