Quotes About Nature

To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough. That it was everything. It was my life—like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.

Love would be two animals: a hummingbird and a snake. Both are perfectly untrainable.

Why do you fear touching the earth? Does not the concrete separate you from it enough?

Every summer I'd spend a couple of months on the farm in Yale walking the dirt road that led to the highway, picking wild raspberries along the way. Often I'd walk out into the watermelons, pick one up over my head, and let it fall so that it split wide open. Then I'd eat the sweet heart out of it and leave the rest to the birds.

Nancy According to astronomers, every atom in my body was forged in a star. I am made, they insist, of stardust. I am stardust braided into strands and streamers of information, proteins and DNA, double helixes of stardust. In every cell of my body there is a thread of stardust as long as my arm.

In one of his most popular essays, "The Colloid and the Crystal," the nature writer Joseph Wood Krutch wrote about these opposing forces in nature. "Order and obedience are the primary characteristics of that which is not alive," he wrote. "Life is rebellious and anarchical.

More things are learnt in the woods than from books; trees and rocks will teach you things not to be heard elsewhere. You will see for yourselves that honey may be gathered from stones and oil from the hardest rock. . . . St. Bernard of Clairvaux

Unlike the Indians, who gathered branches for firewood, the first white settlers girdled the trees to clear the land. And the great forest began to dwindle. As they would everywhere they went, the settlers used up the land to the point where they couldn't grow enough food.

A carillon was pealing as they cruised soundlessly over a watercourse and through bowers; they were splashed in passing by hot droplets of sun.

the crows grew fat on the remains of both our armies. Empires rise and fall, and the only true victors are the birds.

I think I'll pull through. And if I don't…do me a favor and bury me in the forest. That's romantic. Funerals are a maximum pain in the ass.

We can venture forth into the great primordial stone swamp." "Interesting return address." She puckered up her face. "Better than writing Washington, D.C., on your letters.

History teaches that evil at its most exalted is merely a wretched excess of good.

Who's to say what's tied to all this?" Gab asked. "What's natural and what's not? If it's real then it's part of the reality.

Sunlight poured slowly over the lip of the window and flooded the cottage.

Nature designed with a random set of genes and circumstances in which we were born. To be happy, we have to accept it and make the most of nature's design. Are you? Goals will help you do that. I must add, don't just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order.

You only need the light when it is burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow.   How

You only need the light when it is burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow.

E quando amanhece, não é o dia que nasce no horizonte, é a noite que se recolhe no fundo do vale

Houve um tempo em que, se tivesse de optar entre duas cegueiras, escolheria ser cego ao esplendor do mar, às montanhas, ao pôr-do-sol do Rio de Janeiro, para ter olhos de ler o que há de belo, em letras negras sobre fundo branco.

We were like deer. They were like grizzly bear.

The earth and myself are of one mind. The measure of the land and the neasure of our bodies are the same

I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one near or far To keep the world from being mine.

Scarce heard, beneath yon arching trees, The silver-crested ripples pass; And, like a mimic brook, the breeze Whispers among the grass. Here from the world I win release, Nor scorn of men, nor footstep rude, Break in to mar the holy peace Of this great solitude. Here may the silent tears I weep Lull the vexed spirit into rest, As infants sob themselves to sleep Upon a mother's breast...