Quotes About Nature

Her eyes were our keys to the palace of wildness.

My poor boat poked along the waterway with the blinding speed of a manatee.

I was afforded a glimpse of the marsh at ease, a glimpse of the land at rest from the penetration and mindless barbarisms of man.

The Atlantic is a cheesy, second-rate ocean," Jordan shouted back, but he was starting to judge the incoming waves again. "It would be okay if it had a hurricane come up the coast every day. But it'll never be the Pacific. Now, you ride, Jack. See that fourth wave forming? Don't be afraid when the bottom drops out of it. That's the board entering the heart of the wave. Just rise to your knees on the first one. Remember, it's all about surfaces.

the world needs more roses far more than it needs more basketball players.

In the lowcountry, the smell of the marshlands is offensive to visitors, but is the fragrant essence of the planet to the native born.

Few things rivet me like the beauty of moving water.

Yamacraw is beautiful because man has not yet had time to destroy this beauty.

Beautiful cities have a treacherous nature.

news from the king of seasons. Strength was my gift; it was also

The house was still as northern woods in winter, when all the creatures are gone.

You're Beautiful Like the green romance of a bud and lily's pink, gentle sway. You: more beautiful than yesterday. Wildflower's blue surprise. Daisy's white, sunny play. You're more beautiful than yesterday. Orchid's purple mystery Mum's bronze ole` You: more beautiful than yesterday. Rose's orange perfume, even tulip's yellow secrets say: You're more beautiful that yesterday. Poppy's red, teasing lips, but YOUR beauty will never fade. You: more lovely than yesterday, You: my dazzling bouquet.

Winds shook me apart piecemeal, flung a bone here, a bone there. My eyes became snow, my hair turned to ice; I heard it chime against my shoulders like wind-blown glass. If I spoke, words would fall from me like snow, pour out of me like black wind.

Watching the day slowly bloom into night. That's how it always seemed to me: not the fading of a withered flower, but the opening of some dark, rich blossom, with unexpected hues and heavy scents.

Something - a flick of color, the faint beat of the earth under my feet, or maybe my name in someone's thoughts - made me lift my eyes.

The river narrowed, quickened, its surface trembling like the eyes of dreamers.

Water has its moods, flowing or still; it can lure you like a lover, or look as bleak as a broken heart.

he felt the snow, downward groping of tree roots.

The rains began. Hard, constant, they battered the fields, turned the roads to mud, crushed the gold leaves into the ground and turned them black. In the wood, the sodden trees and brambles bowed beneath the torrents.

I could barely do more than watch the rich tapestry they were of their glances and slow smiles, the words they spoke that said one thing to my father, and another to me, while the ivy, growing secretly all around us, whispered warnings.

I saw meadows and trees burning a young, fiery green, as if leaves had just opened, as if green itself had never existed before. I breathed heavy, golden air that might have pooled all summer over roses blooming in every color on a hundred trees.

Then she dropped her hands in her lap and stared out the window at the restless water that ran beyond the edge of the world, and pulled the sun and the moon and the stars every night down into its secret country.

For the longest second imaginable, my mind was a black hole, as if my emotions had sucked away the rational part of my brain and left a cavernous skull full of nothing but fear. I can remember that terror now, and can visualize the scene as if in a photograph: emerald-green pasture, black-and-white Luke in full stride just where he ought to be, and a white bullet of doom streaking across the grass toward him.

Song of the Turtle" is a poem that dates back to the Ghanaian period: We lived in freedom Before man appeared: Our world was undisturbed, One day followed the other joyfully. Dissent was never heard. Then man broke into our forest, With cunning and belligerence. He pursued us With greed and envy: Our freedom vanished.