Quotes About Nature

Ahora me entregaré. Ahora me soltaré. Ahora por fin liberaré el retenido, el violentamente rechazado deseo de ser consumida. Juntos galoparemos por desiertas colinas, en las que la golondrina hunde las puntas de las alas en oscuras lagunas y las columnas erectas se conservan enteras. A la ola que se estrella en la playa, a la ola que lanza su blanca espuma hasta los más lejanos confines de la tierra, arrojo mis violetas, mi ofrenda a Percival

A daddy-long-legs shot from corner to corner and hit the lamp globe. The wind blew straight dashes of rain across the window, which flashed silver as they passed through the light. A single leaf tapped hurriedly, persistently, upon the glass. There was a hurricane out at sea.

I intend to come to Greece every year so long as I live, Jacob wrote to Bonamy. It is the only chance I can see of protecting oneself from civilization.

Ellas [las flores] simbolizan sus pasiones, decoran sus festivales y cubren las almohadas de los difuntos (como si conocieran la pena). Por increíble que parezca, los poetas han encontrado religión en la naturaleza; la gente vive en el campo para aprender virtud de las plantas.

the winds and waves disported themselves like the amorphous bulks of leviathans whose brows are pierced by no light of reason...

De modo que não havia mesmo desculpa; não tinha absolutamente nada, exceto o pecado pelo qual a natureza humana o condenava à morte, o pecado de não sentir.

The words we seek hang close to the tree. We come at dawn and find them sweet beneath the leaf.

And of course she enjoyed life immensely. It was her nature to enjoy. Anyhow there was not bitterness in her; none of that sense of moral virtue which is so repulsive in good women. She enjoyed practically everything. If you walked with her in Hyde Park now it was a bed of tulips, now a child in a perambulator, now some absurd little drama she made up on the spur of the moment.

Everything became softly amorphous, as if the china of the plate flowed and the steel of the knife were liquid. Meanwhile the concussion of the waves breaking fell with muffled thuds, like logs falling, on the shore.

It was January. Snow was falling; snow had fallen all day. The sky spread like a grey goose's wing from which feathers where falling all over England.

Beneath us lie the lights of the herring fleet. The cliffs vanish. Rippling small, rippling grey, innumerable waves spread beneath us. I touch nothing. I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will be darkened with sea water. They will float for a moment and then sink. Rolling me over the waves will shoulder me under. Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me.

We are giants, lying here, who can make forests quiver.

Egli la contemplò; tremò; ebbe caldo; ebbe freddo; anelò di lanciarsi tra il soffio ardente dell'estate; di premere il piede su delle ghiande; di allacciare con le braccia tronchi di faggi e di querce.

For Orlando's taste was broad, he was no lover of garden flowers only; the wild and the weeds even had always a fascination for him.

There is no denying the wild horse in us.

But for a moment I had sat on the turf somewhere high above the flow of the sea and the sound of the woods, had seen the house, the garden, and the waves breaking. The old nurse who turns the pages of the picture book had stopped and had said, 'Look. This is the truth.

A steel-blue plume from one of them fell among the heather. She loved wild birds' feathers. She had used to collect them as a boy. She picked it up and stuck it in her hat.

With every word the mist which had enveloped them, making them seem unreal to each other, since the previous afternoon melted a little further, and their contact became more and more natural. Up through the sultry southern landscape they saw the world they knew appear clearer and more vividly than it had ever appeared before.

El tiempo vuela, oh sí; el verano pronto estará aquí; y todavía soy capaz de pasmarme ante ello. El mundo volverá a dar media vuelta, y pondrá su verde y su azul muy cerca de mis ojos.

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be, are full of trees and changing leaves

she] might have been a shell, and his words water rubbing against her ears, as water rubs a shell on the edge of a rock.

But they beckoned; leaves were alive; trees were alive. And the leaves being connected by millions of fibres with his own body, there on the seat, fanned it up and down; when the branch stretched he , too, made that statement.

Una mujer debe tener dinero y una habitación propia para poder escribir novelas; y esto, como veis, deja sin resolver el gran problema de la verdadera naturaleza de la mujer y la verdadera naturaleza de la novela.

We have been taking into our mouths the bodies of dead birds.