Quotes About Nature

Every time they lost their tempers, storms would gather. That could be a boon in dry weather.

When the sun shines o'er the loch and sparkles on the water like diamond drops, ye know one thing: somewhere there's a MacLean who is smilin'.

Right now, Mama G's memory is like the ocean. It comes and goes, high tide and low tide. But each time, the beach erodes a little bit more.

When she returned, he would take great delight in showing her how much he loved the morning, when the air held a tang of freshness and the early light dispelled all shadows.

What is this bluestocking? A woman who fancies herself a member of the intelligentsia. He lowered his voice. It's against the laws of nature. Alexsey lifted his brows. Why are you whispering? Afraid of bluestockings, are you? All smart men are.

I can turn the fields over, start again. It's sure to rain soon. Wheat's sure to grow.

now and again, to keep a person hoping. But even if it didn't your daddy would have to believe. It's coming on spring and he's a farmer.

The blossom opened at midnight, big as a dinner plate. It took only moments to unfold.

Trees are as close to immortality as the rest of us ever come.

Owls hoot in B flat, cuckoos in D, but the water ousel sings in the voice of the stream. She builds her nest back of the waterfalls so the water is a lullaby to the little ones. Must be where they learn it.

He envied the bark, which had been, in the course of one lifetime, both forest and fire. One endured; one destroyed.

Do unto others' is an unnatural, inhuman behavior. You can understand why so many churches and churchgoers say it but so few achieve it. It goes against something fundamental in our natures. And this, then, is the human tragedy—that the common humanity we share is fundamentally based on the denial of a common shared humanity.

The sunset you see is always better than the one you don't. More stars are always better than less.

One morning I was bicycling to class when a large flock of Canada geese passed overhead. I couldn't see them, or much of anything else, but I heard the jazzy honking.

Pheromones are Earth's primordial idiom.

There was a friggin' sandstorm in Saudi Arabia.

The patient bird breakfasts on the juiciest worm.

I know genes are a big deal, son, but they're not the be-all and end-all. Rob slowed to a halt at the lights, wishing the dickhead behind would back off. If they were, you'd be in a seafood salad and I'd be in prison.

Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but memories.

They had both been raised in complete isolation from the everyday world, with their own set of values and disciplines, not because they had been chosen to be different but because they had been born that way. Their calling was random, genetic—unfair.

Rock shrews. It had all started with damned rock shrews.

of a copperhead. When he

Love, like water, always flowed down the path of least resistance.

People did not change their basic, core personalities.