Quotes About Nature

Once a perfect little beauty in a tartan frock, with a clatter put her heavily armed foot near me upon the bench to dip her slim bare arms into me and tighten the strap of her roller skate, and I dissolved in the sun, with my book for fig leaf, as her auburn ringlets fell all over her skinned knee, and the shadow of leaves I shared pulsated and melted on her radiant limb next to my chameleonic cheek.

A philistine is a full-grown person whose interests are of a material and commonplace nature, and whose mentality is formed of the stock ideas and conventional ideals of his or her group and time.

parts, solid and ample

I have but followed nature. I am nature's faithful hound. Why then this horror that I cannot shake off?

All the trees in the world are journeying somewhere. Perpetual pilgrimage.

beautiful weeds that cannot hide from the farmer and helplessly have to watch the shadow of his simian stoop leave mangled flowers in its wake, as the monstrous darkness approaches.

Hani bilirsiniz göÄŸe as?l? gibi duran gündüzlerin, etraf?nda su sinekleri uçuÅŸan, çiçekler açm?? bir çal?l???n çevresinde geliÅŸen, güzel, a??r kokulu öÄŸleden sonralar?n ya da bir tepeciÄŸin eteklerinde ba??boÅŸ gezerken dal?verip alt üst ettiÄŸiniz yaz akÅŸamüstlerinin s?cakl??? gibi; kürklü bir s?cakl?k, alt?n rengi su sinekleri...

Retake the falling snow: each drifting flake Shapeless and slow, unsteady and opaque, A dull dark white against the day's pale white And abstract larches in the neutral light.

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Now I wish to introduce the following idea. Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their true nature which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these chosen creatures I propose to designate as "nymphets

Her love was of the lily variety

?i eu priveam, o priveam È™i am înÈ›eles, clar, aÈ™a cum È™tiu c? o s? mor, c? o iubisem cum nu iubisem nimic din ceea ce v?zusem sau imaginasem pe p?mânt sau sperasem s? întâlnesc altundeva. Nu mai era decât adierea slab? a violetei È™i ecoul de frunz? moart? al nimfetei peste care m? rostogolisem cu asemenea strig?te în trecut.

Lafontaine was wrong: Dead is the mandible, alive the song.

I would stare at the honest brightness of the gasoline paraphernalia against the splendid green of oaks or at a distant hill scrambling out — scarred but still untamed — from the wilderness of agriculture that was trying to swallow it.

my knees were reflections of knees in rippling water

So there is more to skiing than learning parallel turns. For the skier who recognizes the further possibilities his sport offers for learning how to learn, for overcoming fears and self-doubt, for gaining concentration and appreciation for nature, skiing becomes re-creation in the original sense of the word: an opportunity to discover something important about oneself and to learn skills that improve not only one's skiing but the quality of one's life.

I don't drink water. Fish fuck in it.

Marry an outdoors woman. That way, if you have to throw her out into the yard for the night, she can still survive.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk. The rain makes running pools in the gutter. The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night– And I love the rain.

We buried him high on a windy hill, But his soul went out to sea. I know, for I heard, when all was still, His sea-soul say to me: Put no tombstone at my head, For here I do not make my bed. Strew no flowers on my grave, I've gone back to the wind and wave. Do not, do not weep for me, For I am happy with my sea.

The calm, Cool face of the river Asked me for a kiss.

Sea Calm How still, How strangely still The water is today. It is not good For water To be so still that way.

The earth-meaning Like the sky-meaning Was fulfilled.

Nature has a way Of not caring much About marriage Licenses and such