Quotes About Nature

And for the moments that the embrace lasted, and a little while after, I felt as clean as the breeze coming in off the sea.

We're all small and harmless once, Archidi. But we all grow up. And some of us grow up needing killing.

That's right, Dragonbane. And brothers always stood together, the buffalo came when they were called, the grass grew taller and greener, and it never fucking rained. Get a grip, old man.

The strain on her face was still there, like weathered rocks under a thin mantle of snow.

Wait, I see something: It sounds like a lullaby is being sung to children in the other world. Answer: The sound of a swiftly moving current. Koyukon riddle

I will tell you what I have learned myself. For me, a long five or six mile walk helps. And one must go alone and every day. BRENDA UELAND

Younger artists are seedlings. Their early work resembles thicket and underbrush, even weeds. The halls of academia, with their preference for lofty intellectual theorems, do little to support the life of the forest floor.

I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck. EMMA GOLDMAN

Every blade of grass has its Angel that bends over it and whispers, "Grow, grow." THE TALMUD

Nobody sees a flower—really—it is so small it takes time—we haven't time—and to see takes time, like to have a friend takes time. GEORGIA O'KEEFFE

There are sounds to seasons.   There are sounds to places, and there are sounds to every time in one's life. ALISON WYRLEY BIRCH

We knew each other in Taos, New Mexico, where a deep source of our creativity sprung. I know her now also in Santa Fe, walking her dog through the chamisa.

I am the running brook that soothes your soul.

On the other side of the tree, a Storyteller sits also resting against the tree trunk. Take a sheet of paper and number from one to five. Tell the Storyteller five things you'd like to hear stories about.

Every blade of grass has its Angel that bends over it and whispers, "Grow, grow.

Tell me, in storms, that you love me.

Beauty of blood. Innocent beauty flowering in my weeping.

Before heading back up the road, she had turned for a moment toward the sea. In the late afternoon light, the water was gray wrinkled with orange. Tiger water, she called it when it looked like that. Rhino water was smooth and leaden, dull as smoke. But her favorite was polar bear water, when the moon hung low and large, as if too heavy to rise very high, and scattered great radiant patches, like ice floes, across a dark blue ocean.

It's this time of year when Kit mist rise in the dark, as if we're a farmer or a fisherman, someone whose livelihood depends on beating the dawn, convincing himself that what looks like night is actually morning.

responsible for their triumphs as well as their failures. She also told him, as if it were a well-known law of nature, like gravity or centripetal force, that creative thinking blossomed in what others might see as idleness.

He pictured her living alone in that tranquil house with its fine old furnishings, tending her flowers and fruit trees.

Morty trusted trees far more than he did people. 'You know what a tree can and cannot give you,' he said in one interview. 'It's very straightforward that way. And I am not talking about that cruel Silverstein book, one of the only children's books I've ever thought ought to be banned.

Tell me, do you get the ape in you from your mother's or your father's side of the family? - Cat

Everything has its way of speaking and telling things worth knowing. Even the little grass-blades have their way of saying things as plain as words when human lips let them fall...the choice bits of wisdom...were never written down in any books.