Quotes About Nature

My brain is a vast, barren, jokeless plain where wolves howl at the moon over rocky overhangs and the wind kicks up twists of sand and tumbleweed.

A tree doesn't know it's a tree. It doesn't know how pretty its flowers are, or how beautiful they smell, or how soft and sweet its fruit is. It can't feel how warm I am with my arms around it. It can't hear me when I tell it these things. It doesn't know anything. I'm glad you're not a tree.

The avid walker Henry David Thoreau said in 1851, "The moment my legs begin to move, my thoughts begin to flow.

Leonardo was a doer. He painted, of course, but he also went into the mountains to examine rocks and fossils and to the tidal marshes to look at the wings and flying habits of dragonflies. He took apart machines to see how they worked and took apart humans to the same end. He recorded all of his discoveries in what amounted to about thirteen thousand pages of notes and drawings.

One does not sell the earth upon which the people walk.

The elephants are dancing on the graves of squeeling mice.

Only when the last tree has been cut down Only when the last river has been poisoned Only when the last fish has been caught Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.

I want to know, have you ever seen rain comin down on a sunny day?

Man is not, by nature, deserving of all that he wants. When we think that we are automatically entitled to something, that is when we start walking all over others to get it.

Poetry by its very nature is subversive . . . It turns words inside out, confounds meaning, changes black and white to ambiguous shades of gray. Never trust a poet.

Down the street, the trees are imprisoned equidistantly in square plots of dirt. Everything else is concrete. Lourdes remembers reading somewhere about how Dutch elm disease wiped out the entire species on the East Coast except for a lone tree in Manhattan surrounded by concrete. Is this, she wonders, how we'll all survive?

En la desgracia descubres tu auténtica naturaleza

La naturaleza es más barroca; siempre le sobra o le falta algo, como al elefante o a la jirafa.

Tu sexo es un panal donde mil abejas laboriosas liban una miel que se me queda entre los dedos.

You walk in my dreams, Leafpool

What is life It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time.

What is life It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

What is life? It is a flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

People don't change that much. Instead of trying to put in what God left out, try drawing out what God left in!

Even a man who's pure in heartAnd says his prayers at nightMay become a wolf when the wolfbane bloomsAnd the autumn moon is bright.

Even a man who is pure in heart, And says his prayers by night, May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms, And the moon is full and bright.

We humans may think of ourselves as solid objects, all flesh and bone. But take a close look, and it's clear our bodies are composed largely of oxygen and hydrogen. We are essentially ephemeral – akin as much to wind water, and fire as to earth.

There is nothing in man or nature that does not ask questions.

I hate roses. Don't you? It's all right if you can hide them in a cutting garden, but I think a rose garden is the height of ick.