Quotes About Nature

Om je heen komt alles tot rust, elk van ons gaat zijn eigen weg, maar we ontmoetten elkaar weer aan zee bij een kalme zonsondergang.

I don't belong here any more,' Moomintroll thought. 'Nor there. I don't even know what's waking and what's a dream.' And then in an instant he was asleep, and summer lilacs covered him in their friendly green shadow.

As they pushed through the door a remarkable sight met their eyes: the Muskrat was sitting in the fork of a tree eating a pear. "Where's mother?" asked Moomintroll. "She's trying to get your father out of his room," replied the Muskrat, bitterly. "This is what comes of collecting plants. I've never quite trusted that Hemulen. Well, I hope the Muskrat heaven is a peaceful place, because I shan't be here much longer.

När jag blev trött på det ena eller det andra gick jag till vedbacken ett tag. Vedbackens idé är alldeles klar; att såga och hugga med gott samvete, att få vara ifred, att det luktar gott och att det för en gångs skull blir vad man har tänkt sig.

Meren vihaiset vihertävät värit olivat muuttuneet rauhallisen sinisiksi, ja aallot kantoivat vaahtokruunujaan pikemmin koristeina kuin uhkauksina.

Rubiini muuttui kuin meri. Väliin se oli vain vaalea, sitten siihen valahti ruusunväriä aivan kuin lumihuipulle auringon noustessa - ja äkkiä sen sisimmästä kohosi tummanpunaisia liekkejä. Se saattoi muuttua aivan kuin mustaksi tulppaaniksi, jonka heteinä hehkuivat pienet säkenet.

To the final landscape of our old age, as summer fades...Silence settles around us, each of us wanders his own way, and yet we all meet by the sea in the peaceful sunset.

Siinä on jotakin hyvin hienoa, kun saa kokea viimeisen vanhuutensa maiseman katoavassa kesässä. Ympärillä tyyntyy, itse kukin vaeltaa omaa tietään, mutta kaikki me kohtaamme meren rannalla tyynessä iltaruskossa.

There one is safe. In a museum or in a lap or in a tree. Perhaps under the bedclothes. But the best thing of all is to sit high up in a tree, that is if one isn't still inside one's Mummy's tummy.

Grandmother sat in the magic forest and carved outlandish animals. She cut them from branches and driftwood and gave them paws and faces, but she only hinted at what they looked like and never made them too distinct. They retained their wooden souls...

The Groke looked at the hat. Then she looked at Thingumy and Bob. Then she looked at the hat again. You could see that she was thinking with all her might. Then suddenly she snatched the hat and, without a word, slithered like ann icy grey shadow into the forest. It was the last time she was seen in the Valley of the Moomins, and the last they saw of the Hobgoblin's Hat, too. At once the colors became warmer again and the garden was filled with the sounds and scents of summer.

Forget the past and all your fears. Think of the super fun That we can have. I'd love to see the beach, a shell, the sun. ... And Miffle knows, and Toffle knows, that both have seen the end Of fear and fright and long, dark night, now each has found a friend

And I was sitting on my verandah believing they were so remarkable and free, just because they never spoke a word and were always on the move. They hadn't a single word to say and nowhere to go...

Det är en kväll för en sång, tänkte Snusmumriken. En ny visa som ska ha en del förväntan i sig och två delar vårmelankoli och resten bara hejdlös förtjusning över att få vandra och vara ensam och trivas med sig själv.

Kuun noustessa punaiset hämähäkit pariutuvat asumattomilla luodoilla, koko kallio on yhtä ja samaa tiuhaa hämähäkkimattoa, jossa vilisee pieniä, hurmioituneita olioita.

I'm going to sleep outside. I don't want a bed. Beds are stupid.

Here in the shadow of the firs lay everything the old house had spat out in the course of its life, everything worn out and unnecessary, everything not to be seen. In the darkening winter evening, this landscape was utterly abandoned, a territory that had no meaning for anyone but him. He found it beautiful.

Folk våknet sent, for det var ikke noen morgen lenger, fiskerleiet lå lydløst under urørt snø mellom husene, til barna ble sluppet ut og gravde tunneler og huler og skrek og skulle passe seg selv.

She put on a white dress and went around all day with roses in her hair and sang hymns.

Jäärouva kumarsi kauniit kasvonsa oravan puoleen ja raaputti sitä korvan takaa hajamielisenä. Orava katsoi lumoutuneena häneen, suoraan hänen kylmiin, sinisiin silmiinsä. Jäärouva hymyili ja jatkoi matkaaansa. Mutta hänen askeltensa jäljillä makasi orava jäykkänä ja kylmänä, pienet jalat ilmassa. - Nyt kävi huonosti, sanoi Tuu-tikki kipakasti ja veti lakin korvilleen.

A todos los animalitos se les enrosca la cola

Kocham granice. Sierpie? jest granic? mi?dzy latem a jesieni?; to najpi?kniejszy miesi?c, jaki znam. Zmierzch jest granic? mi?dzy dniem i noc?, a brzeg jest granic? pomi?dzy morzem a l?dem. Granica jest t?sknot?: kiedy oboje s? zakochani, ale wci?? nie wypowiedzieli ani s?owa. Granic? jest bycie w drodze.

Somewhere on the other side of it all is Snufkin,' Moomintroll said to himself. 'He's sitting somewhere in the sun, peeling an orange. If I only knew that he knew that I'm climbing these mountains for his sake, then I could do it. But all alone I'll never manage it.

Walking had been easy, because his knapsack was nearly empty and he had no worries on his mind. He felt happy about the wood and the weather and himself. Tomorrow and yesterday were both at a distance, and just at present the sun was shining brightly red between the birches, and the air was cool and soft.