Quotes About Nature

Silflay hraka, u embleer rah," replied Bigwig.

Rain before sunset and we'll be in shelter.

I don't like straight lines: men make them.

Warren life doesn't make for secrecy.

In the great burrow, however, things happened differently. The rabbits mingled naturally. They did not talk for talking's sake, in the artificial manner that human beings—and sometimes even their dogs and cats—do. But this did not mean that they were not communicating; merely that they were not communicating by talking.

even a small warren. This one had

Why do the men come, do you suppose?" asked Fiver. "Who knows why men do anything? They may drive cows or sheep in the fields, or cut wood in the copses. What does it matter? I'd rather dodge a man than a stoat or a fox.

Those are rabbits down there, trotting along like a lot of squirrels with nuts. How can that be right?

Richard Adams

Captain," said Bluebell, "do you know what the first blade of grass said to the second blade of grass?" Hazel looked at him sharply, but Holly replied, "Well?" "It said, 'Look, there's a rabbit! We're in danger!

I feel as dry and empty as an autumn puffball— I feel as though the wind could blow my fur away.

The white petals spun down around them, covering the grass and speckling their fur, while thirty feet above a thrush sang, "Cherry dew, cherry dew. Knee deep, knee deep, knee deep.

stone. No, not a stone. It was smooth and regular—a circular

Rowf's rump slid suddenly forward as smoothly as a turd from a healthy anus.

For birds and animals, as for poor men, winter is another matter.

He spoke of very simple things- that it is right for a gull to fly, that freedom is the very nature of his being, that whatever stands against that freedom must be set aside, be it ritual or superstition or limitation in any form. Set aside, came a voice from the multitude, even if it be the Law of the Flock? The only true law is that which leads to freedom, Jonathan said. There is no other.

The world is a dream, you say, and it's lovely, sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky." "No. The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?

A moment later Jonathan's body wavered in the air, shimmering, and began to go transparent. "Don't let them spread silly rumors about me, or make me a god. O.K., Fletch? I'm a seagull. I like to fly, maybe…

At last, the answer why. The lesson that had been so hard to find, so difficult to learn, came quick and clear and simple. The reason for problems is to overcome them. Why, that's the very nature of man, I thought, to press past limits, to prove his freedom. It isn't the challenge that faces us, that determines who we are and what we are becoming, but the way we meet the challenge, whether we toss a match at the wreck or work our way through it, step by step, to freedom.

It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea.

Most gulls don't bother to learn more than the simplest facts of flight - how to get from shore to food and back again

How can a deer tell when a leaf falls silent in the forest? She hears it breathing differently.

No one does anything uncharacteristic of who they are.

I don't understand how you manage to love a mob of birds that has just tried to kill you." "Oh, Fletch, you don't love that! You don't love hatred and evil, of course. You have to practice and see the real gull, the good in every one of them, and to help them see it in themselves. That's what I mean by love. It's fun, when you get the knack of it.