Of the Earth, of the Mother, my heart with her heart in accord: As I lie mid the cool green tresses that mantle her breast I begin with the grass once again to be bound to the Lord. George William Russell
I must stop wishing for things to happen. Because something will happen eventually, and when it does, I'll be bound to wish it hadn't. Kristin Cashore
Better walk unshackled in a green meadow, than be bound to a thorn-brush. Danish Proverb