Quotes About Nature

Winds, clouds, whirlwinds, gusts, useless stars!

The spoken word being breath, the thrilling of minds is like the rustling of leaves.

Per impadronirsi di un cinghiale ci vuole scienza di cacciatore e forza di cani.

La montagne, la mer, la forêt, font des hommes sauvages. Elles développent le côté farouche, mais souvent sans détruire le côté humain.

What more do you need? A little garden to walk in, and immensity to reflect on. At his feet something to cultivate and gather; above his head something to study and meditate on; a few flowers on earth and all the stars in heaven.

Ah, miten mielelläni hukuttautuisin, jollei vesi olisi niin kylmää!

My friends, remember this: there is no such thing as a weed and no such thing as a bad man. There are only bad cultivators.

It is sometimes no less startling to meet the dog than the wolf

en de certains lieux, en de certains heures regarder la mer est un poision.

Il faut être mangeant ou mangé.

Asemeni unui mut care ?tie un secret, natura pare uneori c? vrea s? ne spun? totul.

Even more important than what she gave her garden was what it gave her. In it, she found a sense of calm.

Alaska herself can be Sleeping Beauty one minute and a bitch with a sawed-off shotgun the next.

Sometimes a thing was its truest self when the colors were stripped away.

For the whole of their lives he'd been like one of the apple trees on this property. Sturdy and dependable.

Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not; rather find strength in what remains behind. —WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, ODE:

Will ya look at it?" Dad threw his arms wide, as if he wanted to embrace it all. He seemed to be growing before their eyes, like a tree, spreading branches wide, becoming strong. He liked the nothingness he saw, the vast emptiness. It was what he'd come for.

The Great Alone," Leni said. That was what Robert Service called Alaska.

A watering system had kept everything alive; plants, like people, learned to grow in rocky terrain.

You either belong here,, wild and untamed yourself, or you don't.

Some things in life, though, couldn't be gone in search of. They simply had to be waited for. Like the weather. You could look on the horizon and see a bank of black storm clouds. That didn't guarantee rain tomorrow. It might just as easily dawn bright and clear. There was no damn way to tell. All you could do was keep moving and live your life.

There is no middle ground, no safe place; not here, in the Great Alone.

the sprawling branches of the maple tree were plush with autumn.

It was the very bleakness of winter that made spring possible.