Quotes About Nature

Something that might have been a very hard and knobbly leg of mutton smote Lord Emsworth violently behind the ear:the sun was turned off at the main: the stars came out, many of them of a singular brightness.

I could not but feel that it was ironical that the old relative should have spoken disparagingly of fawns as a class, sneering at their timidity in that rather lofty and superior manner, for he himself could have walked straight into a gathering of these animals and no questions asked.

In appearance he was well-bred amiability personified, but one cannot judge by people's faces. It is their bodies which show them as the kind of animals they are.

He thought about the highest and holiest in life and of what nature it might be: that perhaps it exists only as a dream and cannot survive reality, the awakening. But that it does nevertheless exist. That perfect love exists and the Holy Land exists; it is just that we cannot reach it.

En gång ska du vara en av dem som levat för längesen. Jorden skall minnas dig så som den minns gräset och skogarna, det multnade lövet. Så som myllan minns och så som bergen minns vindarna. Din frid skall vara oändlig så som havet.

I remember you as the wind that breathes upon the forest The murmur of leaves rustling The rays of the sun. I remember you as the power of trees growing And the bud breaking into bloosom. You are in my thoughts whenever i praise All that is noble and true.

I've often wondered why Nature, widely publicized being infinite in its wisdom, should have made the grave mistake of creating redheads, always so impulsive and quick on the trigger.

But what is the love life of newts, if you boil it right down? Didn't you tell me once that they just waggled their tails at one another in the mating season?' 'Quite correct.' I shrugged my shoulders. 'Well all right, if they like it. But it's not my idea of molten passion.

She gazed at Berry with stolid affection, like a cow inspecting a turnip.

Light always underestimates the viciousness of Darkness

Bat, pigeon, ravens - I don't care about distinctions right now. Any fluttery, flappy thing is not cool with me.

Ah, the Wonderful World of Camping - may it rot in hell.

It's not just a sunset; it's a moonrise too.

How can you expect me to believe that?whether you believe it or not does not change the nature of truth

Over Kyle's shoulder she could see grandpa, looking like a cross between a grizzly bear and a giant pissed-off blowfish.

Blood Leads to Humanity, Spirit Leads to Night, and Earth Completes.

Let me walk in beauty.

What if the beauty around us is meant as a reminder for the many gifts we have been given and our need to give thanks to them?

People today, vampyres and humans alike, believe the earth is just a dead thing that they live on—that it is somehow wrong or evil or barbaric to listen to the voices of the souls of the world, and so the heart and the nobility of an entire way of life dried up and withered away…

Mercy imagined Freya as part of the earth itself, so every flower and tree, even every blade of grass symbolized her goddess.

May the warm winds of Heaven blow softly on your home And the Great Spirit bless all who enter there Make your moccasins make happy tracks in many snows And may the rainbow always touch your shoulder.

It is no use telling me there are bad aunts and good aunts. At the core, they are all alike. Sooner or later, out pops the cloven hoof.

I don't want to wrong anybody, so I won't go so far as to say that she actually wrote poetry, but her conversation, to my mind, was of a nature calculated to excite the liveliest of suspicions. Well, I mean to say, when a girl suddenly asks you out of a blue sky if you don't sometimes feel that the stars are God's daisy-chain, you begin to think a bit.

I remember her telling me once that rabbits were the gnomes in attendance to the Fairy Queen and that the stars were God's daisy chain. Perfect rot, of course.