Quotes About Nature

When Janie looked out of her door she saw the drifting mists gathered in the west -- that cloud field of the sky -- to arm themselves with thunders and march forth against the world. Louder and higher and lower and wider the sound and motion spread, mounting, sinking, darking.

Everytime Ah see uh patch uh roses uh somethin' oversportin' theyselves makin' out they pretty, Ah tell 'em 'Ah want yuh tuh see mah Janie sometime.' You must let de flowers see yuh sometimes, heah, Janie?

The varicolored cloud dust that the sun has stirred up in the sky was settling by slow degrees.

I fail to see where it would have been more uplifting for them to have been inside a church listening to a man urging them to 'contemplate the sufferings of our Lord,' which is just another way of punishing one's self for nothing. It is very much better for them to climb the rocks in their bare clean feet and meet Him face to face in their search for the eternal in beauty.

Look lak we done run our conversation from grass roots tuh pine trees.

The sun was gone, but he had left his footprints in the sky. It was the time for sitting on porches beside the road.

He looked like the love thoughts of women. He could be a bee to a blossom-a pear tree blossom in the spring. He seemed to be crushing scent out of the world with his footsteps. Crushing aromatic herbs with every step he took. Spices hung about him. He was a glance from God.

Moon's too pretty fuh anybody tuh be sleepin' it away.

She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight. So this was a marriage!

Janie saw her life like a great tree in leaf with the things suffered, things enjoyed, things done and undone. Dawn and doom was in the branches.

They sat on the boarding house porch and saw the sun plunge into the same crack in the earth from which the night emerged.

she received all things with the stolidness of the earth which soaks up urine and perfume with the same indifference.

The sea was walking the earth with a heavy heel.

Oh to be a pear tree—any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world! She was sixteen. She had glossy leaves and bursting buds and she wanted to struggle with life but it seemed to elude her. Where were the singing bees for her?

Crushing aromatic herbs with every step he took. Spices hung about him. He was a glance from God.

You saw a fluttering fan before her face and magnolia blooms and sleepy lakes under the moonlight when she walked.

She knew things that nobody had ever told her. For instance, the words of the trees and the wind. She often spoke to falling seeds and said, "Ah hope you fall on soft ground," because she had heard seeds saying that to each other as they passed. She knew the world was a stallion rolling in the blue pasture of ether.

Ah wants things sweet wid mah marriage lak when you sit under a pear tree and think.

Cudjo meetee de people at de gate and tells dem, "You see de rattlesnake in de woods?" Dey say, "Yeah." I say "If you bother wid him, he bite you. If you know de snake killee you, why you bother wid him? Same way wid my boys, you unnerstand me. If you leave my boys alone, dey not bother nobody!

he did not represent sun-up and pollen and blooming trees, but he spoke for far horizon.

Jeff Bruce threw in. "Speakin' of winds, he's de wind and

God was grumbling his thunder and playing the zig-zag lightning thru his fingers.

The monstropolous beast had left his bed. The two hundred miles an hour wind had loosed his chains. He seized hold of his dikes and ran forward until he met the quarters; uprooted them like grass and rushed on after his supposed-to-be conquerors, rolling the dikes, rolling the houses, rolling the people in the houses along with other timbers. The sea was walking the earth with a heavy heel.

Everytime Ah see uh patch uh roses uh somethin' over sportin' they selves makin' out they pretty, Ah tell 'em 'Ah want yuh tuh see mah Janie sometime.' You must let de flowers see yuh sometimes, heah, Janie?