Quotes About Nature

They could be trained and tended. But they were of the wild, and the wild they needed for their spirit.

There is a source for the light, for all we are, for the air we breathe, the earth we stand on. Life is a gift, even to a blade of grass, and must be honored. We have been given more, and must honor the gift and the giver.

our cabin in the woods in Clare.

Rosalind Harper's gardening secrets.

Flowers that had bloomed brilliant from spring through autumn blackened under the killing frost.

November afternoon in her

water, barriers, drainage, trail

the base of the cliff. All

as he climbed the steep path to the rocky point where the

You use the fairies where you find them.

quietly. "To the cliffs and caves, while we have the sun." "There you go. They can't come out. Nothing

the people. The bees that buzz, the birds that fly, all bound together.

THE WIND KICKED high and hard, ahead of the rain. Lightning slashed over the hills in whips of eerie blue, blinding white. It struck a cotton-wood in the near pasture, cleaving it like an ax. Ozone burned the air like a sorcerer's potion.

The grouper isn't one of your prettier fish, but it's versatile. They're all born female and produce eggs before they change sex and become functioning males.

the way he had of moving over the land. "And have you always

He brought her no flowers, but she remembered he'd planted a willow tree. He gave her no smooth, clever phrases, but she remembered the look she'd sometimes catch in his eyes. He wasn't a poet, he wasn't a romantic, but that look, that one long, intense look, said more than most women ever heard.

We knew he was taking an adventure, and we gave him the room. If we hadn't, he'd've found a way around it. Birds have to fledge. You can't stop it, no matter how much you want to keep them safe in the nest." Brian O'Dell The Hollow

Owning land, he mused, being responsible for it. Plowing, planting, tending, watching things grow. Keeping an eye on the sky, sniffing the air for a turn in the weather. Not a life for Grayson Thane, he thought, but imagined some would find it rewarding. There'd been that simple pride of ownership in Murphy Muldoon's walk—a man who knew his feet were planted on his own.

No, he didn't want to tame her any more than he wanted to tame the land. But by God, it was time for acceptance, on both sides.

He smelled of rain and leather, of green grass and rich earth. Of Talamh, she realized. He smelled of magick.

When the ritual was done, they left some of the cake for the birds, poured some of the wine on the ground for the goddess.

She glanced over, watching her mother deadhead roses.

Beauty is its own reason for being.

Earth, air, water, fire. We call on them, use them, with respect. It's not our power over them, but the merging of our power with theirs.