Quotes About Nature

The thing is, you throw brains and souls into an animal and stir, you don't really know what you're going to get.

No, not like bacteria, like butterflies, and some people's butterflies react to other people's, on a chemical level, like pheromones, so that when they're nearby, your butterflies start to dance. They can't help it - it's chemical.

Did you know that mako shark fetuses eat each other in the womb?... Its true. Only cannibal fetuses survive to be born. Can you imagine if people were like that?

Oh, gross. Your stomach is full of butterfly barf!

All of this cuteness, it was one of nature's great bait and switches, because... that wasn't all there was to Zuzana Nováková. Not even a little bit. Deciding to take her on was akin to a fish deciding idly to gobble up that pretty light bobbing in the shadows and then--OH GOD THE TEETH THE HORROR!--meeting the anglerfish on the other side.

My people understood that time is an ocean, not a river. It doesn't flow away and pour itself out, done and gone. It simply is - eternal and entire. Mortals might move through it in one direction, but that's no reflection of its true nature - only of our limitations. Past and future are our own constructs. And as for myths, some are made up, nothing but fantasy. But some myths are true. Some have already been lived. And in the drift of time, eternal and entire, some haven't.

He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.

He listened like a cactus drinks the rain.

When they had hurried to the train station with their violin cases, they had drawn almost as many stares as they would on any normal day when their hair was to their knees and sheeting behind them like red silk. A poetic fruit-seller had told them once that they looked like dryads, and they did still, only now they looked like dryads who had tired of snagging their hair on brambles and sliced it all off on the edge of a knife.

Papilio stomachus: fragile creatures, vulnerable to frost and betrayal.

Plants...dreamed they were birds...and they found rich soil and sweet seas and plants that dreamed they were birds and drifted up to the clouds on leaves like wings.

It was, in fact, quite difficult to lie to a hawk.

She might have lived her life in this effulgence of mountain light.

You're at least aware, I hope, that it's summer out there?" When Lazlo didn't respond, he added, "Large orange orb in the sky, low necklines on the fairer sex.

Her thoughts had flown outward darting and dipping with the hummingbird moths that flocked by the thousands over head, as she wondered, with a wild, timpani heart where her angel had gone.

What do you think I live on, rainwater and daydreams?

My life is blood because my world is beasts.

Tengo un presentimiento sobre Zuzana. Creo que no es buena o mala, si no las dos cosas -la mezcla perfecta de ambas, un enroscado cono de helado de bondad y maldad.

Kärlek är en lyxvara. - Nej. Kärlek är ett naturelement. Ett naturelement. Som luften man andades och jorden man stod på (s. 326).

Karou nehirde y?kanm??t?. Gözya?lar? denize ula?amayacakt? ama vahadaki hurma a?açlar?n? sulayacaklar, birer meyve olup yenecekler ve belki ba?ka gözlerde tekrar gözya?lar?na dönü?eceklerdi. Dünyan?n düzeni bu olamaz. Hay?r, bu. Hiçbir ?ey kaybolmaz. Gözya?lar? bile. Ya umut?

On this day, no one in the world was murdered. A lion gave birth. Ladybugs lunched on aphids. A girl in love daydreamed all morning, neglecting her chores, and wasn't even scolded.

Det som göms i snö kommer upp i tö (s. 325, ett svenskt ordspråk av okänt ursprung).

tiden är ett hav, inte en flod [...]. Den flyter inte iväg och rinner ut. Den bara är ? evig och hel. Dödliga kanske rör sig i en riktning, men det säger inget om dess sanna natur, bara om våra begränsningar. Det förflutna och framtiden är något vi själva har konstruerat (s. 559).

She craved the moonlight and the wind. She wanted to feel the infinite depth of space above and around her.