Quotes About Nature

She kept the solstices and the equinoxes, both vernal and autumnal, the first of May, All Saints, all summers, kept them, but not out of reverence for the past.

We must imagine our lives well. We must engage our conscience. Conscience is the voice of God in the nature and heart of man.

The wind has toppled the telescope over onto the lawn: So much for stars. Your brief shot at the universe, gone.

It is some water lilies and a skull in a decorative pond, and a tiny goldfish swimming like an animated change-purse made of brightness and surprises observing the moment through its empty eye.

The urgent warnings: The dreamy terror of certain summer mornings.

Its sweet bird's nest is full of pain in a distant place

There are daisies In the ruined garden, still blooming strangely

He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him.

We're your friends. Our job is to tease you mercilessly about your foibles, rag you about your upright, honorable nature, and point out to you when you're being a complete dolt.

And so we nearly ran into an elephant; eh?

Merry Patricia Wilding was sitting on a cobblestone wall, sketching three rutabagas and daydreaming about the unicorn.

its muscles white and glistening beneath its creamy hide, its chest broad and heaving, its horn poised and thick.

On September 13, we were the kindling, and a monstrous god leaned over us to breathe. Clouds melted, brush trembled, and the ocean burned white like molten glass...I was hoping, like everyone else who lay awake listening to the wind, that no pyromaniacs were out there, trembling in thrall beneath the god monster, reaching for a match.

Only in a place like this do earth and sky come together in such a way that they bridge into one, and in such a place a person could put up her arms and find herself in heaven.

A secret to happiness . . . Being part of the flow of wisdom, And understanding that all things in nature have their own form of consciousness.

I was the one with the open wound, and the river waters turned red when I bathed in them. My sadness is greater than the heavens.

Finn fell asleep draped in Kittens and dreamed that the corn walked the earth on skinny white roots, liked to joke with the crows, and wasn't afraid of anything.

Scarecrows weren't made to scare the crows, they were made to scare the corn

He says the scarecrows—" —weren't made to scare the crows, they were made to scare the corn.

Miguel hated the corn, said the plants seemed . . . alive. When Finn reminded him that, duh, of course the corn was alive, all plants were alive, Miguel replied that the corn sounded alive alive. As if it wasn't just growing, it was ripping itself out of the ground and sneaking around on skinny white roots.

in the soil too fat and happy, the praying mantises too pious and too plentiful

When you think about it, building this fence is crazy. Animals will keep climbing over it, or under it, or chewing their way through it. All kinds of animals. Maybe even some we didn't know existed.

Corn can add inches in a single day; if you listened, you could hear it grow.

If I keep a green bough in my heart, the singing bird will come.