Quotes About Nature

At this point Squadron Leader Yamaguchi suddenly smiled. "Anyway," he said, "Lubang is a very good island. There aren't many like it anymore. There's always plenty to eat there, Onoda. At least you don't have to worry about that.

We'll drive backwards in what will become your new car to the beach where we first slept side by side. The green waves will go back into the ocean, yellow and blue. You'll pull up my underwear. I'll button your shirt. We'll dress and dress and dress. Then we'll step into our footprints and erase our trail.

The sun is nearly audible.

Though I grieve, there is no help;Vainly I long to see her.Men tell me that my wife isIn the mountains of Hagai—Thither I go,Toiling along the stony path;But it avails me not,For of my wife, as she lived in this world,I find not the faintest shadow.

Men naturen har förlänat människan med den lyckliga förmågan att glömma. Annars skulle hon inte stå ut med livet

Besynnerligt, att det alltid går en rysning genom luften före soluppgången.

Som barn tänkte jag mig alltid själen som en liten fågel. I en illustrerad världshistoria som min far hade såg också att egypterna avbildade den som en fågel. Men en fågel flyger inte högre än luften räcker, och den räcker inte långt. Den hör till jorden den också. I skolan hade vi en lärare i naturkunnighet som förklarade för oss att ingenting av det som finns på jorden kan komma bort ifrån den.

Och snön, den föll och föll.

Gr?dinarului i s-a spus c? doar iarba va cre?te pe mormântul meu, iar prim?vara voi avea anemone. O s? vii odat? o s? culegi o anemon? ?i o s? te gânde?ti la mine. Ia-o ca un cuvânt de dragoste care a fost gândit dar nu a fost rostit niciodat?.

After the rain, good weather. In the wink of an eye, the universe throws off its muddy clothes.

You know those ducks in that lagoon right near Central Park south?That little lake?By any chance you happen to know where they go?The ducks,When it gets all frozen over?

One fine morning, I awoke to discover that, during the night, I had learned to understand the language of birds. I have listened to them ever since. They say: 'Look at me!' or: 'Get out of here!' or: 'Let's fuck!' or: 'Help!' or: 'Hurrah!' or: 'I found a worm!' and that's all they say. And that, when you boil it down, is about all we say. (Which of those things am I saying now?)

She's looking around the forest, as though if she can prove it isn't magic, then nothing else is, either. Which is stupid. All forests are magic.

You're like this leopard who's pretending to be a house cat.

With him, I am forever a night-blooming flower, attracted and repelled by the heat of the sun.

Perhaps it is Oak who is the fool, who caught a wolf and thought that by putting it in a gown and speaking to it as though it were a girl, it would become one.

Waves tossed themselves against the shore, dragging grit and sand between their nails as they were slowly pulled back out to sea.

You set me up," I say. "One big con. You can't blame me because I turned out not to be gullible enough. You can't blame the mark. That's not how it works. Have some respect for the nature of the game.

Storms are less fickle than they are, seas less capricious.

She sat in the dew-damp grass and ripped up clumps of it, tossing them in the air and feeling vaguely guilty about it. Some gnome ought to pop out of the tree and scold her for torturing the lawn.

This is the problem with living by instinct. I don't think.

All elements have a counterweight. Fire is the counterweight of water. Air is the counterweight of earth. The counterweight of chaos is the soul.

Lords and ladies who walk unseen, lords and ladies all in green, three times I stamp upon the earth..." Hazel hesitated and then gave the only reason she could think of why the Folk might grant her entry to their revel."Let me in for the sake of mirth.

I feel a little pummelled by Oak's beauty. If I look at him too long, I want to take a bite out of him.