Quotes About Nature

Hmm, What did I love? I think all the scents. Mama's lilac trees, and the wild iris in the fields, and rain on the breeze on a hot day. Apple and pear blossoms. The hay just cut. The mix of odors in the barn when the sunlight was shafting through the cracks in the boards, heating everything up.

and the horticulturalists really believed that gardening would save the world that agriculture was destroying.

but from this distance, the velvety reds, flashing yellows and glassy whites [of the roses] seemed to break up the light of the summer sun into its various elements and cast it back far more brilliantly than any other flower ever could, seemed not exactly of the earth, but of space and air itself.

However much these acres looked like a gift of nature, or of God, they were not. We went to church to pay our respects, not to give thanks.

Twenty-five, he was. Twenty-five tomorrow. Some years the snow had melted for his birthday, but not this year, and so it had been a long winter full of cows.

Teeth outlast everything. Death is nothing to a tooth. Hundreds of years in acidic soil just keeps a tooth clean. A fire that burns away hair and flesh and even bone leaves teeth dazzling like daisies in the ashes. Life is what destroys teeth.

Those who are especially destructive they call 'wolves' or 'jackals,' but there is no wolf or jackal in the world who has been remotely as destructive as the average human.

The Arctic is the landscape of the self, of the naked soul. It is what the inner landscape looks like when everything beyond the self has been discarded.

If she had been asked to describe him, she would have said that he was the exact spot where the sea touches land, the precise moment of the final reach of the surf. That was the place and time of him. She would forever, then, seek shorelines and beaches.

The lake was a shield of beaten brass flung down in the valley under a full sun.

I looked back over that field, and all across it you could see spider webs. This was quite amazing to me as I had just ploughed the whole field that day. A testimonial to the spiders' indestructability, I'd say.

There is no argument with fog. In it's own vague stubbornness, it wields more power than wind, rain, snow, even ice.

It is the last thing we learn, / listening to the creature world…

Can lives that are merely constant be happy? If you asked Tom how he felt, he would have counted these out: wood, wind, waves. Not happy perhaps, but content. Ride Me Like a Wave (Stars anthology)

And the deep thrumming of the forest that too many people mistake for silence.

Truly, we'll be wolves no longer, but as the tinker said once along ago, we'll survive like the foxes, their children.

Leaping and looping with his little striped friends, verdi laughed and said I may be big and very green, but I'm still me!

Sweetie, nothing that flies looks safe, including birds.

Three things cannot be long hidden. The sun, the moon, and the truth.

Her concept of paradise was something more immediate: a book and a blanket beneath a tree, where she might read in peace.

Sometimes I find human nature to be real disappointing

exactly the garden spot of the Garden State. In truth

Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground.

Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of stinging anemones and purple bursts of spiny sea urchins.