Quotes About Nature

The sea has receded!' cried Stephen. 'I am amazed.' 'They tell me it does so twice a day in these parts,' said Jack. 'It is technically known as the tide.

for Captain Aubrey, as for the rest of brute creation, there were only two kinds of birds, the edible and the inedible.

I've come down from the mountains, with an ass-full of specimens...

Sheep ain't poetical.

And think of our poor doctor, all alone among them damned trees – why, there might be owls.

nunc et in hora mortis nostrae,' he repeated yet again, and felt the lap of water on his foot. He looked up. The people had gone; the pyre was no more than a dark patch with the sea hissing in its embers; and he was alone. The tide was rising fast.

Stephen had been bumped into once or twice and had 'By your leave, sir,' and 'Way there – oh parding, sir' roared into his ear often enough, he walked composedly into the cabin, sat on Jack's locker and reflected upon the nature of a community – its reality – its difference from every one of the individuals composing it – communication within it, how effected.

Jack had a great respect for a man who could show good sport with a pack of hounds. Dillon obviously knew a great deal about hunting, and about horses; yet it was strange he should mind so little about the noise his dogs made, for the cry of a tuneful pack

Once removed from cricket, Martin became a reasonable companion again, and they took particular delight in the whinchats and wheatears on Ports Down and in a middle-spotted woodpecker eating ants like its great green cousin, which neither had seen before; but once they were in the town the future husband tended to predominate.

Mrs Williams was a woman, in the natural course of things; but she was a woman so emphatically, so totally a woman, that she was almost devoid of any private character.

Matisse said, "A work of art must, both for the businessman and for the artist, be a mental tranquilizer, something in the nature of an armchair that gives him ease and comfort after bodily fatigue.

schools of fishes, crossing and recrossing, all

Horta de Sant Joan

She would have liked to sit upon a rock and listen to words, not of any man, but detached, mysterious, poetic words that she alone would interpret through some sense inherited from sleep.

How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

Each Whining Thing (1929) When stripèd snakes shall creep upon us And the nervous screams of birds Make silent all the fountains and the orchards and when these Have caught upon the wing each wing That flutters from the sky Then shall I and then shall I Rip out the smiles from garden walks Transform the minnows into hawks Tarantulas and bees Then shall I and then shall I Unmake each whining thing.

The wind blew the dust along the ground into his mouth as he sang.

his behavior there was a perfect balance between gentleness and violence that gave her particular delight.

The key question, it seemed to him, was that of whether man was to obey Nature, or attempt to command her.

God is neither good nor bad, neither moral nor immoral, he is unmoral;

There was earth inside them, and they dug.

Spring: trees flying up to their birds

in the air, there your root remains, there, in the air

rush of pine scent (once upon a time), the unlicensed conviction there ought to be another way of saying this.