Quotes About Nature

It was a nice walk, if you like grunting.

A few locks of dry white hair clung to his scalp, like wild flowers fighting for life on a bare rock.

I got down there about nine, under a hard high October moon that lost itself in the top layers of a beach fog.

spring rustling in the air, like a paper bag blowing along a concrete sidewalk.

I drove on through the piled masses of granite and down through the meadows of coarse grass where cows grazed. The same gaudy slacks and short shorts and peasant handkerchiefs as yesterday, the same light breeze and golden sun and clear blue sky, the same smell of pine needles, the same cool softness of a mountain summer. But yesterday was a hundred years ago, something crystallized in time, like a fly in amber

Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form itself on the edge of consciousness.

It was raining again the next morning, a slanting grey rain like a swung curtain of crystal beads.

You can be as sharp-tongued as a viper, but you can also be as sweet as wild clover honey.

Some love comes like a wind off the sea, while others grow slowly from the seeds of friendship and kindness.

the sound of old winter ice breaking at spring's touch

Greška je u ?oveku ili ženi, a ne u biti vaseljene.

I wonder if those who live here get used to this beauty." "Undoubtedly, Magnificence. It is the nature of man to become oblivious to that which is around him daily

There are sunsets above other oceans, Ghuda. Mighty sights and great wonders to behold.

The woods were now something fashioned from hopeless dreams, vaulted dark trees so close together their twisted branches seemed woven brown lines inscribed on a black tent, a batik canopy of woeful aspect raised high over- head. There was a sense of ages here; Sean glanced fearfully from side to side, as if something might leap out at him at any turn. The trees

You would never look at yourself as "evil" no matter what the other fellow thought of what you did. It's in our nature. And that's the great secret of evil. It is never viewed as evil by those who perpetrate the evil.

Les arbres poussaient en silence et le règne animal limitait sa présence à des actes obscurs et muets.

From the late eighteenth century onwards, it is no longer from the practice of community but from being a wanderer that the instinct of fellow-feeling is derived. Thus an essential isolation and silence and loneliness become the carriers of nature and community against the rigours, the cold abstinence, the selfish ease of ordinary society.

one evangelical scientist who had felt his doubts falling away from him when he was hiking in the mountains and came upon a frozen waterfall—in fact a trinity of a frozen waterfall, with three parts to it. "At that moment, I felt my resistance leave me. And it was a great sense of relief.

physiological correlates of emotion." Pert's work sheds new light on the physical nature of feelings and the powerful effects that they have on our bodies. Because of her research and other relevant studies, we can consider the possibility that our emotions are passed from one generation to the next in a physical form.

We treat desire as a problem to be solved, address what desire is for and focus on that something and how to acquire it rather than on the nature and the sensation of desire, though often it is the desire between us and the object of desire that fills the space in between with the blue of longing.

All gardening is landscape painting,' said Alexander Pope.

You write your books. You scatter your seeds. Rats might eat them, or they might rot. In California, some seeds lie dormant for decades because they only germinate after fire, and sometimes the burned landscape blooms most lavishly.

I wish that I could put up yesterday's evening sky for all posterity, could preserve a night of love, the sound of a mountain stream, a realization as it sets my mind afire, a dance, a day of harmony, ten thousand glorious days of clouds that will instead vanish and never be seen again, line them up in jars where they might be admired in the interim and tasted again as needed.

I grew up with landscape as a recourse, with the possibility of exiting the horizontal realm of social relations for a vertical alignment with earth and sky, matter and spirit. Vast open spaces speak best to this craving, the spaces I myself first found in the desert and then in the western grasslands.