Quotes About Nature

Every man likes to think there's a part of his nature that remains untamed and unsubdued." "You know all about men, do you?" he asked with an edge of mockery. "Mr. Ransom, the male sex has ceased to be a mystery ever since my first course in practical anatomy, which included the dissection of a cadaver.

not a day goes by when I am not thinking of you you are like an open field full of ocean waves – to run through and never get wet but almost. this is the way I want to go home in a place – where the curtains are sails – bulging go break the fence post the houses want to run away

Kate ranked the sunset against a few others and it came up short, but sunsets were like pizza, she though; they were all pretty good.

Her reticent nature had iced over years before. The thaw would take some time.

While doing biology, she had begun to believe in a sort of witchcraft.

Wind blew down the canyon like breath through a straw, pushing the scow forward and pleating the river ahead of them.

When she turned forward again, white arms of froth reached up from the rapid.

so even if spring continues to disappoint we can say at least the lettuce loved the rain.

My favorite, and all macho alpha men like you have a secret softer side and a sweet tooth. It's part of the breed.

unreadable. "I've always said my mother is the biggest bitch on the hill, and the kindest flower in the garden.

Do you ever wish to quit the daily comedy of transforming into the I-speaker without abandoning the wilderness of sensing? The sensation isn't morbid; it is ultimately disinterested.

There is no life without death. That is the true meaning of yin and yang

I knew, as every peasant does, that land can never be truly owned. We are the keepers of the soil, the curators of trees.

I believe this country has already been painted by the hand of God. We can cover it over with our own creations, but it will merely mar what is already perfect

From dust we came, and to dust we shall return," Cornelius said.

In the words of Roger Tory Peterson, "The truth of the matter is, the birds could very well live without us, but many—perhaps all—of us would find life incomplete, indeed almost intolerable without the

In the words of Roger Tory Peterson, "The truth of the matter is, the birds could very well live without us, but many—perhaps all—of us would find life incomplete, indeed almost intolerable without the birds.

You know how it is. The storms come and it's water and wind as far as the eye can see for a bit. But winds calm and the waters drain. We find our feet again, and the ground under us sprouts a new crop of seed. That is always the way of it. I don't suppose this storm will be any different.

Holding a worn Bible, he read from Paul's letter to the Corinthians about the true nature of love - what it is, and what it is not. It is not boastful, not proud, not self-seeking, not easily angered. It does not hold a grudge. It is patient and kind. It protects, trusts, hopes, perseveres, and never fails, even when we turn away from it. Love believes, and believes, and believes, even when it has been disappointed, and wounded, and thwarted by the weaknesses of the human soul.

Well, you know how a river moves a mountain." The words surprised me at first, but I knew where they were coming from. "Stone by stone," she finished.

I wanted to write it on paper and fold it up in a box to remind myself, the next time I couldn't see anything but mountains ahead, that where there's a mountain, there's always a river flowing nearby. Ultimately the river is the more powerful of the two.

I'm hungry for water and sky and days that aren't divided by the tiny squares in an appointment book.

I wish I had not spent my hours worrying over another nickel for the carousel, but instead running barefoot through the fields of yellow bonnets.

Every bird in the air came from a thought of God, and so did I.