Quotes About Nature

When you're riding a bike you're more connected to the outdoors and to other people than you are when you are stuck in your car.

It seems to be a law of nature, inflexible and inexorable, that those who will not risk cannot win.

Give wind and tide a chance to change.

All the world is full of inscape and chance left free to act falls into an order as well as purpose.

Autumn is a reminder that while the leaves die and fall, there will always be Spring, a chance to replenish and be reborn again. We all have the opportunity to replenish ourselves, to be reborn.

As swans swim on the lake and vultures roam in the charnel ground, you can let your mind rest in its natural state.

The only way to do this is to open, be curious, and develop some sense of sympathy for everything that comes along, to get to know its nature and let it teach you what it will. It's going to stick around until you learn your lesson, at any rate.

Then I remembered: sitting still in the middle of a fire or a tornado or an earthquake or a tidal wave, sitting still. This provides the opportunity to experience once again the living quality of our life's energy—earth, air, fire, and water.

So the intelligent way of working with emotions is to try to relate with their basic substance. The basic "isness" quality of the emotions, the fundamental nature of the emotions, is just energy. And if one is able to relate with the energy, then the energies have no conflict with you. They become a natural process.

Fear is a universal experience. Even the smallest insect feels it.

The barge anchors were unrecognisable as such, more like crustaceans, specimens of some giant type long since discarded by Nature, but still clinging to their old habitat, sunk in the deep pits they had made in the foreshore. But under the ground they were half rusted away. Dreadnought's anchor had come up easily enough when the salvage tug came to dispose of her. The mud which held so tenaciously could also give way in a moment, if conditions altered.

Una vez había visto volar por encima del estuario a una garza que intentaba, mientras estaba en el aire, tragarse una anguila que acababa de pescar. La anguila, a su vez, luchaba por escapar del gaznate de la garza, y se le veía un cuarto, la mitad o, en ocasiones, tres cuartos del cuerpo colgando. La indecisión que expresaban ambas criaturas era lastimosa. Se habían propuesto demasiado.

I want to live somewhere where it rains a lot and things grow furiously. I want to see the fruits of the earth multiply and all that sort of thing. I want to make provision for the future. I want to lay up riches on earth since I don't believe in heaven. Not material riches— I want green fields and fat cows and oak trees.

She saw the shadows of her children, young again, playing on that tree. And now to be here with him. You cross your own path.

You give birth to them. You do not design them.

Gardening has this embracing quality in that it colours the way you look at the world.

There are some supremely agreeable moments in life that are best savoured alone -- the first barefoot step into a cold sea, the reading of certain books, the revelation that it has snowed in the night, waking up on one's birthday... And others the full wonder of which can only be achieved if someone else is there to observe.

Anthropomorphism is unavoidable, I am finding, in writing about gardening: weeds don't just grow, they grow with intent, they grow aggressively. Well, they do, as any gardener knows. They sneak in and swarm up when your back is turned.

And yet I am by nature sceptical - a questioner, a doubter, an instinctive agnostic.

The urge to garden transcends social circumstance, which accounts for the allotment movement, of which more later, and the floral energy of small front gardens up and down the land.

Did God mind that dreadful singing, he who made the nightingale and the lark? Probably not. Probably it was the soul of Mrs Crabtree he was listening to, the worshipping song of her heart, and that rang true as a bell.

In the beginning was the Word,' says the Gospel of John. But the truth is, words came later. In the beginning was the rose.

I wish I could take a quick trip to the Legacy Orchard right about now and do some research on strange forests and talking animals! This is definitely someone else's story,' she thought. Still, it sounded like this forest had a mystery that needed solving and some animals that needed helping. Rosabella was always looking out for woodland friends in trouble.

Within every beast there's always some beauty!