Quotes About Nature

Move with a spring & vegetable swiftness, Seed-case & burr & tremulous grasses, a grove—vocal in the wind—

A tree's a tree. How many more do you need to look at?

Trees, how many of 'em do we need to look at?

Trees cause more pollution than automobiles do.

where the preservation of a natural resource like the redwoods is concerned, that there is a common sense limit. I mean, if you've looked at a hundred thousand acres or so of trees — you know, a tree is a tree, how many more do you need to look at?

Last color bleeds from the trees, the slow drip of rain, collapsing. The feverish maples decline. We pause to pick mushrooms, stick into our sacks these squat, warty, beige and tan hammers, these spongy plungers and rams, these alien, faceless denizens of damp. They are not in our book. As we walk through this flaccid rain, this vague sense of loss and wrong, we don't talk. But we wonder about maples and mushrooms, about us: Anything you can't name is dangerous.

If civilization is to survive, it must live on the interest, not the capital, of nature.

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He will go to sea, where there are no emperor, no wars.

People's true nature comes to the fore as soon as things start to go wrong.

Soporto la vida, pero no creo que nunca más pueda disfrutar en lo que me queda. No tengo un alma alegre ni serena por naturaleza

Pero soy humana y, como tal, contradictoria y llena de inconsecuencias.

Me asustó tanta belleza, porque la belleza es la mezcla de lo hermoso y lo terrible.

Cando penso que te fuches, Negra sombra que me asombras, Ó pé dos meus cabezales Tornas, facéndome mofa. Cando maxino que es ida, No mesmo sol te me amostras, I eres a estrela que brila, I eres o vento que zoa. Si cantan, es ti que cantas, Si choran, es ti que choras, I es o marmurio do río I es a noite i es a aurora. En todo estás e ti es todo, Pra min i en min mesma moras, Nin me abandonarás nunca, Sombra que sempre me asombras.

Walking in the garden that had been Eden, Mother Nature met Father God and he doom.

It occurred to her, sadly, and not for the first time, that as you grew older you became busier, and time went faster and faster, the months pushing each other rudely out of the way, and the years slipping off the calendar and into the past. Once, there had been time. Time to stand, or sit, and just look at daffodils. Or to abandon housekeeping, on the spur of the moment, walk out of the back door and up the hill, into the lark-song emptiness of a summer morning.

She looked up and saw, high in the sky beyond the racing black clouds, a ragged scrap of blue sky. Enough to make a cat a pair of trousers.

Rosamunde Pilcher

They will come, not to paint the bay and the sea and the boots and the moors, but the warmth of the sun and the colour of the wind. A whole new concept. Such stimulation. Such vitality.

I always thinks that a garden is the best sort of legacy a person can leave. [Caroline, 'Skelmerton']

The air smelled of box and mint and thyme and newly turned earth. Laura

Do you intend to go fishing, Oscar?" "No idea. But I can't travel to Scotland without my rod. It would be almost sacrilegious.

What do you suppose their

she would cross an empty moor, and the road would slip down into a tiny valley thick with rhododendrons, where enviable gardens were still verdant with hydrangeas and the dangling ballerina blossoms of fuchsia.