Quotes About Nature

We made our choice, he said. We hunted for them, we guarded their brats. God knows, we helped them make a civilization, didn't we? And why? I said I didn't know; it was beyond me. Because, he said, we thought they knew how to take care of things. How to keep the world full of meat and flowers.

Nothing's perfect... because time passes... and the beetle and the worm find their way into everything sooner or later.

This is the state of the beast,' it said, 'to eat and be eaten.

Sometimes nature is even crueller than politics.

And in time it will be as though men had never come to this perfect corner of the world—never called it paradise on earth, never despoiled it with their dream factories; and in the golden hush of the afternoon all that will be heard will be the flittering of dragonflies, and the murmur of hummingbirds as they pass from bower to bower, looking for a place to sup sweetness.

watching the ice-floes dance together on the black water.

This, no doubt, was the call 33 had heard. Bored with his balanced diet of maize and maple peas, tired of the pecking order of the loft and the predictability of each day — the bird had wanted out; wanted up and away. A day of high life; of food that had to be chased a little, and tasted all the better for that; of the companionship of wild things. All this went through Cal's head, in a vague sort of way, while he watched the circling flocks.

The winds mourn and whine was wiser than any psalm, prayer, or profession of love he'd ever heard. But

And why not? The world made miracles like this every moment of every day: egg into chick, seed into flower, maggot into fly. Now man into fox? was that possible? Oh yes, said the House of the World. Yes, and yes, and always yes-

The seasons long for each other, like men and women, in order that they may be cured of their excesses.

This is the state of the beast, it said, to eat and be eaten.

A snake can shed its skin but it still remains a snake.

Despite his size, Lincoln moved through the jungle with the easy grace of a predatory cat, finding the tiniest openings between the dense vegetation so as not to disturb anything. His feet seemed to barely brush the loamy ground. He was so stealthy that the background symphony of insects and bird cries never dropped in volume or rose in alarm.

APRIL 15, 1950 FLATHEAD LAKE, MONTANA

IF GOD MEANT TEXANS TO SKI, HE'D HAVE MADE COWSHIT WHITE.

Life is monstrous, but life is beautiful

You can love the ocean, and many do, but don't expect it to love you back. It's too forever

The body, I had been taught, wants only to live. Suicide, I had understood, is an act not of the body against itself but of the will against the body. Yet here I beheld a body that was going to die rather than change its nature.

Five The air across the valley is slightly hazy though thinning though patches remain between the groves of trees that edge a clearing in which stands a single house. A child in a white t-shirt has just walked out of the house and is turning to walk down to the lake.

And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.

Look at the memory on the turtle!

Its waters yawn with the same fathomless intensity as Rakshas Tal, but the peacock blue has deepened to a well of pure cobalt, edged by snow mountains that overlook it from one horizon to another.

The dark laminated strands heaved, separated and became fiery filaments, then grey stamens of ash upon a glowing corolla.

And the ape and the man exist in one body; and when the ape's desires are about to be fulfilled, he disappears and is succeeded by the man, who is disgusted with the ape's appetite.