Quotes About Nature

Sve 'o?e da bude voljeno. Mi pevamo i igramo, nameštamo lice i dajemo bukete cve?a, trude?i se da budemo voljeni. Jesi l' nekad primjetila da drve?e radi sve mogu?e da privu?e pažnju, sam' što ne hoda?

Quand t'as envie de prier et que l'homme se met devant toi comme si c'était pour lui, envoie-le balader. Pense aux petites fleurs, au vent, à l'eau, à un gros cailloux.

early wildflowers. Then us

it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.

My first step from the old white man was trees. Then air. Then birds. Then other people … it come to me: that feeling of being part of everything, not separate at all. I knew that if I cut a tree, my arm would bleed … you can't miss it.

work to make the routine drinking of bottled water a distant nightmare. Water was not meant to be polluted, any more than human blood, which is mostly water, is meant to be contaminated. How dare we bring anyone into the world who must, anywhere on earth, run from rain?

think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.

You are wilder than you know.

As the wise Cicero said, "If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.

the most resplendent sun setteth at last in a western cloud.

Could it be true? This glorious, fresh-faced young man, this Adonis - for Nature surely could not have done more for him - still wanted to marry her!

In the best of times, our days are numbered anyway. So it would be a crime against nature for any generation to take the world crisis so solemnly that it put off enjoying those things for which we were designed in the first place: the opportunity to do good work, to enjoy friends, to fall in love, to hit a ball, and to bounce a baby.

Being in my late 60s, what my wife calls the cocktail hour of life, some of these walks were much more tiring than I anticipated, even though my farm work keeps me reasonably fit. But that is the nature of research.

Alistair Moffat

Anyone who wants to understand something of the elemental nature of our history should try to walk through it, should listen for the natural sounds our ancestors heard, smell the hedgerow honeysuckle and the pungent, grassy, milky stink of cowshit, look up and know something of shifts in the weather and the transit of the seasons and feel the earth that once was grained into their hands.

America, the plum blossoms are falling.

jovial perfectionist

This means that if boys and girls grew up on a deserted island with no organised society or parents to guide them, girls would still cuddle, touch, make friends and play with dolls, while boys would compete mentally and physically with each other and form groups with a clear hierarchy.

He'd told her about his asphalt water lilies and his sidewalk Van Goghs

When I first enjoyed this superb view, one glowing April day, Jess read aloud, from the summit of the Pacheco Pass, the Central Valley, but little trampled or plowed as yet, was one furred, rich sheet of golden compositae, and the luminous wall of the mountains shone in all its glory. Then it seemed to me the Sierra should be called not the Nevada, or Snowy Range, but the Range of Light. Golden compositae, George thought. How easy it was to forget the mountains, just a drive away.

Nature abhors homogeneity and simply adores eccentric diversity.

We don't have to fully perceive or understand the underlying nature of our world to negotiate it well. Our senses and reasoning powers evolved as they did because they work just fine in the everyday, nonphilosophical business of survival. Mental constructs of reality are imperfect, but indispensable, ways to organize the otherwise bewildering phenomena of the world.

I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.

Trees scream and drop bright leaves