Quotes About Nature

May the road rise up to meet you May the wind be always at your back May the sun shine warm upon your face The rains fall soft upon your fields And until we meet again May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

I stood under the portico of the main house and rang the chimes. The day had already turned warm, but it was cool in the shade and the air smelled of damp brick and four-o'clock flowers and the mint that grew under the water faucets

there are moments when we understand that the earth and the sky and the presences that may lie behind them are always with us.

It's fair to say that mortality takes many manifestations, but so does the indomitable nature of the human spirit, and it does so in ways that are sometimes hardly noticeable.

go with the wind, all of us twirling among young people who wore flowers in their hair, a church bell clanging without stop in a Spanish mission. Roll on forever, Woody.

The sky was black, creaking with electricity, like someone crumpling cellophane.

James Lee Burke

James Lee Burke

What kind of trees are those? I asked. Heartwood, my father said. They grow in layers, like the spirit does. That's what Grandpa Sam used to say, anyway. You just got to keep the roots in a clear stream and not let nobody taint the water for you.

It was so beautiful I could hardly keep my eyes off it. "Father, it's so big," I said. He grinned. "This is nothing, Tim. Wait till we get down to Verplancks

To a snail, a duck is a vengeful god.

One, for instance, boasted a lovingly detailed watercolour of a dead robin, while on another a row of comical frogs paraded beneath umbrellas and, on another still, insects danced in a circle, wielding musical instruments and seemingly drunk.

We serve nature's purpose by culling the herd, and our own by sharpening our skills. We are the predatory swarm!

Glaciers and volcanoes both have the potential to transform landscapes, but one does so by burying what lies beneath, where the other spews forth new terrain.

Plagueis had no need to delve any further into whatever traumas had given rise to Palpatine's cunning, secretive nature. He simply needed to know: Does this young human have the Force?

Teller stared up at him. What transforms a man into a monster, Tarkin? Monster? That's a point of view, is it not? I will say this much: This place, this plateau is what made me.

A bird who flies is special. You would never trap a bird who flies (218).

The Old Man's prayers was more sight than sound, really, more sense than sensibility. You had to be there: the aroma of burnt pheasant rolling through the air, the wide, Kansas prairie about, the smell of buffalo dung, the mosquitoes and wind eating at you one way, and him chawing at the wind the other. He was a plain terror in the praying department

God is the color of water. Water doesn't have a color.

Nor do I try to keep a garden, only An avocado in a glass of water -- Roots pallid, gemmed with air. And later, When the small gilt leaves have grown Fleshy and green, I let them die, yes, yes, And start another. I am earth's no less.

Our little party Got under way as best it could. The twigs Unclenched, the greedy rosebuds caked with smut. The ill-knit creatures, now in hues Of sunstroke, mulberry, white of clown, Yellow of bile, bruise-blacks-and-blues, Stumped outward, waving matchstick arms, Colliding, poking, hurt, in tears

The quality of a good life depends in large measure on how a man reacts to his natural environment, and we cannot destroy one without diminishing the other.

The greatest thrill is not to kill but to let live.

What a splendid liar! she breathed softly. Don't you believe in God? Kent winced. In a large, embracing sense, yes, he said. I believe in Him, for instance, as revealed to our senses in all that living, growing glory you see out there through the window Nature and I have become pretty good pals, and you see I've sort of built up a mother goddess to worship instead of a he-god. Sacrilege, maybe, but it's a great comfort at times. But you didn't come to talk religion?