Quotes About Nature

Do not fear autumn, if it has come. Although the flower falls, the branch remains. The branch remains to make the nest.

Me gustan los viejos: no es una diarrea sentimental, como diría ese barbarote de Samuel Tesler. Los viejos me gustan como las flores marchitas, los frutos pasados, los otoños y los anocheceres, las cosas en trance final y en víspera de metamorfosis

In the first place, [his eyes] never laughed when he laughed. Have you ever noticed this peculiarity some people have? It is either the sign of an evil nature or of a profound and lasting sorrow.

Just in case you haven't been told yet, life is not fair. It's not fair that birds eat worms, but they do!

Once fallen, the blossom doesn't return to the branch

A dream of springtide When the streets Are scattering Cherry blossoms. Tidings of autumn When the streets Are lined with lighted lanterns On both sides. Koji Ochi (seventeenth-century poet), inscribed on the Great Gate of

But — but — it's twelve miles,' they spluttered in chorus. 'You can't walk. It's impossible! It's too far!' Strolling along the empty road in the sunshine, between the paddy fields spreading flat to humpy hills, I didn't care even if they were right.

I do hope that our spring will be starting shortly and we will all be able to enjoy some sunshine again.

the desert, nobody needed to preach that there was a higher power than the human. Whether you think of it as natural or supernatural—and in the sixth century there was no difference between the two—anyone unaware of it did not survive.

We may not be able to damage the sun directly but humans can cause chaos and through that threaten maat on earth. What happens on one level of creation will impact on the others." - Sekhmet & Bastet: The Feline Powers of Egypt

I remembered earlier in the summer I'd found her working in her garden, sweaty and flushed with heat. I laid her down in the grass nearby and pressed her body into the dirt with my hips and kissed her mouth until she made small sounds of desire I recognised.

My own prescription for health is less paperwork and more running barefoot through the grass.

God's grace has nothing to do with any goodness of ours, who we are, what we know, or where we are in life. It has all to do with the nature of Him.

There's something about these obscure vignettes of former lives that's very powerful. Our woods are full of old cellar holes, tumbled-down chimneys, ancient scraggly lilacs absurdly tall still stretching toward the light.

As women, wea re given a great give: our purity. And everything that makes us who we are emotionally - our feminine nature, our sensitivity, our vulnerability, and our desire to give ourselves fully to one man - is part of that gift. Our purity is a treasure. it is so much more than just our physical virginity, it starts with who we are on the inside.

It's only a matter of time, Indianyou can't sleep with the river forever.

It took a great deal of energy to be a human being, and the more the wind blew and the sun moved southwest, the less energy Tayo had.

As long as the hummingbird had not abandoned the land, somewhere there were still flowers, and they could all go on.

He inhabited a gray winter fog on a distant elk mountain where hunters are lost indefinitely and their own bones mark the boundaries.

AFTER THE NIGHT rain, a blue mist rose above the rolling green llanos from dawn until noon. A hundred miles in the distance, the high mountains were still hidden in clouds, and it had been easy for David to imagine he was Adam in the Garden. For as far as he could see to the south and the west, there were no jet vapor trails, no engine sounds, no glitter of metal or glass, no dogs barking, no human voice; only the insects whirring and the calls of birds.

He was standing with the wind at his back, like that mule, and he felt he could stand there indefinitely, maybe forever, like a fence post or a tree. It took a great deal of energy to be a human being, and the more the wind blew and the sun moved southwest, the less energy Tayo had.

Indian Song: Survival We went north to escape winter climbing pale cliffs we paused to sleep at the river. Cold water river cold from the north I sink my body in the shallow sink into sand and cold river water. …Mountain forest wind travels east and I answer: taste me, I am the wind touch me, I am the lean gray deer running on the edge of the rainbow.

Then they grow away from the earth then they grow away from the sun then they grow away from the plants and the animals. They see no life. When they look they see only objects. The world is a dead thing for them the trees and the rivers are not alive. the mountains and stones are not alive. The deer and bear are objects. They see no life. They fear. They fear the world. They destroy what they fear. They fear themselves.

Moonflowers blossom in the sand hills before dawn, just as I followed him.