Quotes About Nature

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I mean . . . there are dragons who do bad things, Fathom said. But maybe that doesn't make them all bad. Maybe they can also do good things. Maybe some of those bad things are just mistakes.

Winter stood up and went over to join them. He glanced over at his brother as he did and saw him standing under a tree with round orange fruit, banging his head on the trunk. Winter sighed.

Why aren't they moving?" Cricket asked. She hesitated at a large tree root, inspected the shadows around it, then gingerly stepped over it. "Stupid question. We obviously don't know," Nettle muttered. "Never seen snakes act like this.

He is not a 'super-stealth' or a 'fighting evil' kind of dragon. He is a 'but do the bad guys know about pandas because then I bet they wouldn't be evil anymore' kind of dragon." "Well, but," Sky protested, "I mean … pandas! Have you SEEN pandas?

Would you like me to spell out 'DRAGONETS WUZ HERE' in giant rocks?

There's a tree," Starflight said, jumping to his feet. "In the forest.

The sun was just starting to sink below the trees.

while Clay perched on the edge and tried to keep his feet and tail from squashing any of the berries.

could see five different sets of scales — yellow, blue, green, black, and brown.

ground with his talons. Winter and Peril were still hovering in

I also wouldn't have eaten that thing this morning that looked like a slug and turned out to be a slug.

When he resurfaced, she was floating beside him, ducking her head and splashing water over her scales like a beautiful overgrown fish. Clay felt like a gawky brown blob next to her.

Like an emerald umbrella over the island,

Our genetic superiority will manifest wherever this dragonet hatches and however it is raised.

But he found himself picturing Qibli standing here, under this tree with Moon, and it made him feel hollowed out, like an ice cave.

It can be so empowering for us to understand, even on a conceptual level, that we are enlightened in our true nature.

Dawn, slowly filling Church Street with grey light, disclosed another day of war. Because it did this, this dawn bore no more resemblance to a peace-time dawn than the aspect of nature on a Sunday bears a resemblance to the aspect of nature on a weekday. Thus it seemed that dawn itself had been grimly harnessed to the war effort.

There is something so powerful about a person who in one moment can be confident enough to confront a client about a sensitive personal issue, and then in the next moment humble themselves and take a position of servitude. It's the paradoxical nature of it all that makes it work.

He wished only to live as a free man upon the fruits of his labor, and grow old in the natural rhythms of the earth; instead of which he was cursed, so he felt, always to be an object of disgust, or horror, which is only disgust with a portion of fear superadded- always to be in the eyes of the world a monster.

He sat on as the sun's rays came slowly down through the trees, lower and lower, and when the lowest reached a branch not far above him it caught a dewdrop poised upon a leaf. The drop instantly blazed crimson, and a slight movement of his head made it show all the colours of the spectrum with extraordinary purity, from a red almost too deep to be seen through all the others to the ultimate violet and back again.

For you must know, gentlemen, that when the mariner is dosed, he likes to know that he has been dosed: with fifteen grains or even less of this valuable substance scenting him and the very air about him there can be no doubt of the matter; and such is the nature of the human mind that he experiences a far greater real benefit than the drug itself would provide, were it deprived of its stench.

Oh, what is that bird?' 'It is a wheatear. We have seen between two and three hundred since we set out, and I have told you their name twice, nay, three times.

First there was the sky, high, pure and of a darker blue than he had ever seen. And then there was the sea, a lighter, immensely luminous blue that reflected blue into the air, the shadows and the sails; a sea that stretched away immeasurably when the surge raised the frigate high, showing an orderly array of great crests, each three furlongs from its predecessor, and all sweeping eastwards in an even, majestic procession.