Quotes About Nature

Laura had brought her sensitive conscience into the country with her, just as she had brought her umbrella, though so far she had not remembered to use either.

At these times she was subject to a peculiar kind of day-dreaming, so vivid as to be almost a hallucination: that she was in the country, at dusk, and alone, and strangely at peace. She did not recall the places which she had visited in holiday-time, these reproached her like opportunities neglected. But while her body sat before the first fires and was cosy with Henry and Caroline, her mind walked by lonely seaboards, in marshes and fens, or came at nightfall to the edge of a wood.

She could never feel love for him. Love was what she felt for birds—a free gift, unrequired, unrequited, invulnerable.

London life was very full and exciting [...] But in London there would be no greenhouse with a glossy tank, and no apple-room, and no potting-shed, earthy and warm, with bunches of poppy heads hanging from the ceiling, and sunflower seeds in a wooden box, and bulbs in thick paper bags, and hanks of tarred string, and lavender drying on a tea-tray.

It is," answered Laura with almost violent agreement. "If you are a were-wolf, and very likely you may be, for lots of people are without knowing, February, of all months, is the month when you are most likely to go out on a dark windy night and worry sheep.

Rainbows apologize for angry skies.

Stories help me. To live. To work. To find the meaning hidden in every dream, ever leaf, every drop of dew.

Hy gododin catann hue Hud a lledrith mal wyddan Gaunce ae bellawn wen cabri Varigal don Fincayra Dravia, dravia Fincayra (Talking trees and walking stones, Giants are the island's bones. While this land our dance still knows, Varigal crowns Fincayra. Live long, live long Fincayra.

Eremon liked to say that hooves can make speed, while hands can make music.

Halfway back up the hillside, Cecilia reached behind her, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for Brian to lean forward to take her hand.

We pretended she'd only gotten lost in the colors of fall. Piper

Memory is the same as water. It is a still lake bathed in moonlight, a vast ocean, a violent river ready to carry you away. It can calm you or it can harm you; it is both more powerful and weaker than you'd think. It is a paradox.

Da Vinci said, "A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark except where exposed by the light." And so, perhaps, if this day were a painting, I would begin with black. Mermaid Tears By the time Avery woke up, I was sick of painting.

The chess board is the world, the pieces are the phenomena of the universe, the rules of the game are what we call the laws of Nature. The player on the other side is hidden from us. We know that his play is always fair, just, and patient. But also we know, to our cost, that he never overlooks a mistake, or makes the smallest allowance for ignorance.

The thief and the murderer follow nature just as much as the philanthropist.

I cannot but think that he who finds a certain proportion of pain and evil inseparably woven up in the life of the very worms, will bear his own share with more courage and submission.

The ocean is like a beautiful, strong woman. She can be loving and nurturing…; or wickedly evil.

Garlic and sapphires in the mudClot the bedded axle-tree.The trilling wire in the bloodSings below inveterate scarsAnd reconciles forgotten wars.

Love is most nearly itselfWhen here and now cease to matter.Old men ought to be explorersHere and there does not matterWe must be still and still movingInto another intensityFor a further union, a deeper communionThrough the dark cold and the empty desolation,The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast watersOf the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.

Birth, and copulation, and death.That's all the facts when you come to brass tacks.

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—Lean on a garden urn—Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

What is the late November doingWith the disturbance of the spring.

Two live as oneOne live as twoTwo live as threeUnder the bamUnder the booUnder the bamboo tree.

Every living thing is precious somehow.