Quotes About Nature

Mama shook her head. "No, they don't kill for food. They kill for sport and for the thrill of the chase.

P22 shuddered. He didn't like the sound of them humans at all. Mama was teaching them to hunt, but also to respect all the animals that lived in the forest, as each had the right to live and share nature's bounty. Why would you kill something if you didn't eat it? P22 didn't understand that at all.

Speak then, dear lady. I am a field of corn." "Field of corn?" "All ears.

It seems to me that our attachment to purpose is born from our need to prove something to ourselves. But life is simply life, and is not trying to prove anything at all. This springtime will not try to be better than last springtime, and neither will an ash tree try to become an oak.

Learn to trust your instincts. Only something dead goes with the tide. Only something living can go against it.

De bomen komen uit de grond en uit hun stam de twijgen. En iedereen vindt het heel gewoon dat zij weer bladeren krijgen. We zien ze vallen naar de grond en dan opnieuw weer groeien. Zo heeft de aarde ons geleerd dat al wat sterft zal bloeien.

You can't be loyal to others if you're not loyal to your own nature first.

Llegó el otoño con su espléndido cortejo de oros, malvas y rojos.

Los locos son una terrible equivocación de la Naturaleza; son las faltas de ortografía de Dios.

El otoño no sólo trajo consigo la variación cromática de la naturaleza. Se diría que Dios -que no era mal paisajista- se complaciera, cada nueva estación, en pintar las mismas cosas con distintos colores. También trajo la melancolía: una mezcla de paz y vaga tristeza. Alicia se felicitó de haber encontrado la definición exacta de su estado de ánimo: una tristeza sosegada.

When it's all said and done we will lose a piece to a carnivorous vegetarian.

I usually get myself into situations that cause sparks. I mean I'm a girl that likes the storms. I love feeling alive, I love walking out in the cold in my bare feet and feeling the ice on my toes.

And is it right butterfly? They like you better framed and dried.

In the Springtime of his voodoo, he was going to show me spring.

Yes, Dad, very simply, She Is Risen. Our Lady of the Wood.

And far and near kokilas hail the day

It's only the sea,' said Moomintroll. 'Every wave that dies on the beach sings a little song to a shell. But you mustn't go inside because it's a labyrinth and you may never come out again.

He was the owner of the moonlight on the ground, he fell in love with the most beautiful of the trees, he made wreaths of leaves and strung them around his neck.

now and then a giggling trail of mermaids appeared in our wake. We fed them oatmeal.

The voice of the waves was now mixed with strange sounds; laughter, running feet and the clanging of great bells far out to sea. Snufkin lay still and listened. dreaming and remembering his trip round world. Soon I must set out again, he thought. But not yet.

Don't worry we shall have wonderful dreams, and when we wake up it'll be spring.

The Hemulen, moaning piteously, thrust his nose into the sand. "This has gone too far!" he said. "Why can't a poor innocent botanist live his life in peace and quiet?" "Life is not peaceful," said Snufkin, contentedly.

I'm afraid we shall waste an awful lot of time." "Don't worry," answered Snufkin, "we shall have wonderful dreams, and when we wake up it'll be spring.

It's a funny thing about bogs. You can fill them with rocks and sand and old logs and make a little fenced-in yard on top with a woodpile and chopping block - but bogs go right on behaving like bogs. Early in the spring they breathe ice and make their own mist, in remembrance of the time when they had black water and their own sedge blossoming untouched.