Quotes About Nature

When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else.

Come quickly. You mustn't miss the dawn. It will never be just like this again.

I am divided between my man and a life with him---and some thing of the outdoors---of your world---that is in my blood---and that I know I will never get rid of--- I have to get along with my divided self the best way I can---

My pleasant disposition likes the world with nobody in it. (Life, March 1, 1968)

RE: Lake George from a book by Lord. That's all I know. "There is something so perfect about the mountains and the lake and the trees.... sometimes I want to tear it all to pieces

Living out here has just meant happiness. Sometimes I think I'm half-mad with love for this place.

As one chooses between the country and the human being, the country becomes much more wonderful.

This [Ghost Ranch] is my kind of world. The kind of things one sees in cities . . . well, you know, it's better to look out the window at the sage.

I often lay on that bench looking up into the tree, past the trunk and up into the branches. It was particularly fine at night with the stars above the tree.

the Piedra Lumbre is the best thing I've ever known in New Mexico---the closest thing to God, I guess.

Taos is] a high, wise, sage-covered plain. In the evening, with the sun at your back, it looks like an ocean, like water. The color up there is different . . . the blue-green of the sage and mountains, the wildflowers in bloom. It's a different kind of color from any I'd ever seen---there's nothing like that in north Texas or even in Colorado. And it's not just the color that attracted me either The world is so wide up there, so big.

We are closer to the ants than to the butterflies. Very few people can endure much leisure.

We are closer to the ants than to butterflies. Very few people can endure much leisure.

As I watched the pulsing fire among the trees and heard the beat of the drum merge and tremble with the voices, forming an intricate pattern of sound, I knew that someday I would have to return or be haunted forever by the beauty and mystery that is Africa.

Lying spread-eagled in the silky water, gazing into the sky, only moving my hands and feet slightly to keep afloat, I was looking at the Milky Way stretched like a chiffon scarf across the sky and wondering how many stars it contained. I could hear the voices of the others, laughing and talking on the beach, echoing over the water

It was no half-hearted spring, this: the whole island vibrated with it as though a great, ringing chord had been struck. Everyone and everything heard it and responded.

The most wonderful, beautiful things in life are the simple things which we have all forgotten.

If naturalists go to heaven (about which there is considerable ecclesiastical doubt), I hope that I will be furnished with a troop of kakapo to amuse me in the evening instead of television.

Here in Corfu,' said Theodore, his eyes twinkling with pride, 'anything can happen.

The garden, for long untended, was an overgrown riot of uninhibited flowers and weeds in which whirled, squeaked, rustled

there came from the olive groves outside the fuchsia hedge the incessant shimmering cries of the cicadas. If the curious, blurring heat haze produced a sound, it would be exactly the strange, chiming cries of these insects.

Roses dropped petals that seemed as big and smooth as saucers, flame red, moon and white, glossy, and unwrinkled.

I am constantly being surprised by the number of people, in different parts of the world, who seem to be quite oblivious to the animal life around them.

I would awake early, breakfast hurriedly under the tangerine trees already fragrant with the warmth of the early sun