Quotes About Nature

The heart was a weak, changeable thing, bent on nothing but love, and there could be no more fatal mistake than to make it your master. Reason must be in charge. It comforted you for the heart's foolishness, it sang mocking songs about love, derided it as a whim of nature, transient as flowers. So why did she still keep following her heart?

Wood always remembers it was once a living tree, alive and breathing in both kingdoms, the one above and the one below.

Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment.

You can't expect the wolf to turn vegetarian because of one Pup.

Liebe ist eben genauso ungerecht verteilt auf dieser Welt wie Regen. Die einen kriegen entschieden zu viel davon ab und die anderen zu wenig. - Frieda

Sometimes a crow lands on the roof of the house. It sits there for hours and watches the girl. The woman doesn't chase the bird away.

Oh, if you're a bird, be an early bird And catch the worm for your breakfast plate. If you're a bird, be an early bird But if you're a worm, sleep late.

No prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down, and now they were lost, buried under wild thyme and fast growing spurge.

A child in the woods. A child with an army.

The stars shone down on her like flowers made of light, and their beauty hurt her weary heart.

Many of the snowflakes, he had told her, were tiny elves who kissed your face with icy lips before melting on your warm skin.

Life seemed so much stronger than death, death so much stronger than life. Like the ebb and flow of the tide.

The python dropped his head lightly for a moment on Mowgli's shoulders. "A brave heart and a courteous tongue," said he. "They shall carry thee far through the jungle, manling.

The unicorns lifted their heads. Of course they weren't white. Why were things in this world always white-washed? Their hides were brown and grey, mottled black, and pale yellow like the autumn sun drifting through the damp fog above.

Oh, pestiferous parasols!" grumbled Sorrel.

The road went ever more steeply downhill. Overhead, the branches of the trees intertwined. It was a still, windless morning, cloudy and damp.

Let us use our magic and enchantments to conjure up a woman out of flowers." … Math and Gwydyon took the flowers of oak and broom and meadowsweet and from these conjured up the loveliest and most beautiful girl anyone had seen; they baptized her with the form of baptism that was used then, and named her Blodeuedd. "Math Son of Mathonwy," from The Mabinogion, translated by Jeffrey Gantz

Es schneite, als sie ans Seeufer ins Freie traten, und hinter ihnen verschwand die Burg zwischen den wirbelden Flecken, als löse sie sich auf in Weiß. Die Welt um sie her war so still, als hätte sie alle Worte aufgebraucht, als wäre nun alles erzählt, was es in dieser Welt zu erzählen gab.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red. If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. William Shakespeare, Sonnets, No. 130

Die Füchsin<<, sagte er. >>Die Füchsin, ist alles was ich brauche.

Der Weglose Wald verdiente seinen Namen. Er schien kein Anfang und kein Ende zu haben, wie ein grünes Meer, in dem man ebenso leicht ertrinken konnte wie in den Wellen seines salzig nassen Namensvettern.

Das Gras war weiß vom Raureif, weiß wie die Frauen, die auf den Schwarzen Prinzen warteten, aber ihr Bann brach, sobald Meggie das Lachen der Kinder hörte. Sie bewarfen sich mit Tannenzapfen und schrien auf, wenn der Marder, nach ihnen sprang. Das Leben schien so viel stärker als der Tod, der Tod so viel stärker als das Leben. Wie Ebbe und Flut...

Dir wachsen einfach nur neue Blätter, Caspia, dachte sie, wie dem jungen Löwenzahn und der Kapuzinerkresse.

This is the hour of pride and power, talon and tush and claw.