Quotes About Nature

Hiking is just walking where it's okay to pee.

What this planet needs is more mistletoe and less missile-talk.

The sea was an abstract painting: a band of azure sky above a swatch of indigo water above a ribbon of wet brown sand above a smear of hazel beach... It seemed like the kind of place you might encounter in dreams: too raw and wild to be real, yet somehow familiar at the same time, an ancient impression belonging to my species, imprinted in my genetic code, a knowledge deeper than memory.

At the far edge of my view was the ocean... I could not make sense of its size and grandeur. It was not a pond, not a lake, but a second sky, bluer and more chaotic than the one above it.

OCEAN, n. A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man — who has no gills.

I find myself at the extremity of a long beach. How gladly does the spirit leap forth, and suddenly enlarge its sense of being to the full extent of the broad, blue, sunny deep! A greeting and a homage to the Sea! I descend over its margin, and dip my hand into the wave that meets me, and bathe my brow. That far-resounding roar is Ocean's voice of welcome. His salt breath brings a blessing along with it.

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water.

I swim down through liquid green heavens, down through the poem of the sea.

Ancient oceanic proverb: The enemy of my anemone is my frenanemone.

The sea has no mood except that of the sky and of its winds.

Beach air is magical.

I tried to catch some fog. I mist.

It has been said that in human life there are moments worth ages... in the climate of England there are, for the lover of Nature, days which are worth whole months, — I might say — even years.

All you need to forecast the weather is a stone on a string — • Stone wet: Rain • Stone dry: Not raining • Shadow on ground: Sunny • White on stone: Snow • Can't see stone: Foggy • Swinging stone: Windy • Jumpy stone: Earthquake • Stone gone: Tornado

I always think of my sins when I weed. They grow apace in the same way and are harder still to get rid of.

Weeds are nature's graffiti.

Crabgrass can grow on bowling balls in airless rooms, and there is no known way to kill it that does not involve nuclear weapons. Oh, I know you've seen advertisements for lawn products that are supposed to kill crabgrass, but don't believe them. Crabgrass thrives on these products.

May all your weeds be wildflowers.

Free Weeds U Pick 'Em

Upon my lawn, I know not why, the dandelions thrive; the grass may all curl up and die, but they'll remain alive. I've tried about a million plans, to have the vile things slain; and all the schemes were also-rans, and all my efforts vain.

A good garden may have some weeds.

Many gardeners will agree that hand-weeding is not the terrible drudgery that it is often made out to be. Some people find in it a kind of soothing monotony. It leaves their minds free to develop the plot for their next novel or to perfect the brilliant repartee with which they should have countered a relative's latest example of unreasonableness.

What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered, — every one of the two hundred thousand probably yet to be of utility in the arts. As Bacchus of the vine, Ceres of the wheat, as Arkwright and Whitney were the demi-gods of cotton, so prolific Time will yet bring an inventor to every plant. There is not a property in nature but a mind is born to seek and find it... every application being equivalent to a new material.

Man is the only critter who feels the need to label things as flowers or weeds.