Quotes About Nature

she hopped and darted to and fro like a bird in a berry bush, trilling and twittering a series of notes as liquidly bright as a cardinal's song

Sheer Playfulness and Deadly Seriousness are my closest friends; it is with them that I take those walks in the country at the end of the day. I am also on friendly terms with Deadly Playfulness, Playful Playfulness, Serious Playfulness, Serious Seriousness, and Sheer Sheerness. From the last, however, I get nothing; he just wrings my heart and leaves me speechless.

How could the sidewalk's impassable leaf-strewn lagoons and the grassy little yards oozing from the flood of the downspouts exude a smell that roused my delight as if I'd been born in a tropical rain forest? Tinged with the bright after-storm light, Summit Avenue was as agleam with life as a pet, my own silky, pulsating pet, washed clean by sheets of falling water and now stretched its full length to bask in the bliss.

Nipples like pencil erasers, hard and corrective against wide shallow breasts whose broad curves I know like the Lake's own tired sweep.

nothing from nature is good or bad. Natural things just are...

As long as we are not living in harmony with nature and our constitution, we cannot expect ourselves to be really healed. Ayurveda gives us the means David Frawley

I caught a pebble in the moonlight.

Life is a struggle, from the agonies of birth to the railing against death. Devour or be devoured. The law of the wild.

we are what we are my boy and wolves is what we are

You can buy gold that is bright as the sun and diamonds as pale as the moon. But you cannot buy the sun. You cannot own the moon." II

the Betweeners must have known their time was short. Why else would they poison their rivers and streams, strip away the forests that gave them air and pollute their own bodies with toxins and carcinogens?

The tree bark began to move, forming a face of wood.

You have lived too long in the forest, Laitha; you do not understand the world. Men like to think they control it but this is nonsense. Women rule, as they always have. They tell a man he is god-like. The man believes them and is in their thrall. For without them to tell him, he becomes merely a man.

Siamo tutti foglie, amico mio. La nostra vita paragonata a quella delle montagne e a quella del mare è niente, qualche battito del cuore e via. Niente di ciò che noi costruiamo dura in eterno.

By nature of definition only the coward is capable of the highest heroism".

The land is an endless plain of yellow and pink. Even the slightest whisper of wind sends ripples of color shimmering across the land.

It was almost as if they were afraid the grass would grow so tall around us we'd never get out. Some people say you can actually see the grass growing. You can certainly hear it, an endless whispering. Sometimes, you can almost make out the worlds.

It's the grass, the tall smothering stiff grass. It always wins. Knock it down, it comes back. Burn it, it comes back. The grass is forever.

People who've never been out in the grass don't get it. I didn't understand what Jamie was talking about until I stood in the middle of a furrow, looking around at this very narrow world, a shadow valley with only a strip of sky above to remember there's a horizen somewhere.

If disaster, so be it, they said to themselves. There was nothing to be done except what could be done. The rest -- like the salt water around them, which swallowed the snow without effort, remaining what it was implacably -- was out of their hands, beyond.

The world was incomprehensibly intricate, and yet this forest made a simple sense in her heart that she felt nowhere else.

An argument ensued about abundance, leisure, work, nature, and what a second girl kept calling 'the American way.' When I asked her what she meant by 'the American way,' she said, 'Basically the destruction of everything--the world, your happiness, your soul, everything. The complete package. Evil and war. That's who we are, Mr. Countryman.'

The island was said to be "completely covered with pigeons." Thousands of them fattened on the raspberries, and the settlers fed on the pigeons.16

The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with their liberal allowance of time.