Norman Fitzroy Maclean

Clarinda, Iowa
Norman Fitzroy Maclean
Clarinda, Iowa

Quotes

04 August 2016
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.”
04 August 2016
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the worlds great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.”
04 August 2016
“Each one of us here today will at one time in our lives look upon a loved one who is in need and ask the same question: We are willing to help, Lord, but what, if anything, is needed? For it is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we dont know what part of ourselves to give or, more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it is those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them - we can love completely without complete understanding.”
04 August 2016
“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.”
04 August 2016
“We can love completely what we cannot completely understand.”
04 August 2016
“It is those we live with and love and should know who elude us.”
04 August 2016
“One of lifes 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.”
04 August 2016
“The world is full of bastards, the number increasing rapidly the further one gets from Missoula, Montana.”
04 August 2016
“In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly fishing. We lived at the junction of great trout rivers in western Montana, and our father was a Presbyterian minister and a fly fisherman who tied his own flies and taught others. He told us about Christs disciples being fishermen, and we were left to assume, as my brother and I did, that all first-class fishermen on the Sea of Galilee were fly fishermen and that John, the favorite, was a dry-fly fisherman.”
04 August 2016
“Slowly we became silent, and silence itself if an enemy to friendship.”

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