Quotes About Nature

Harry waxes poetic about magic. He'll go on and on about how it comes from your feelings, and how it's a deep statement about the nature of your soul, and then he'll whip out some kind of half-divine, half-insane philosophy he's cobbled together from the words of saints and comic books about the importance of handling power responsibly.

When the Queens of Summer and Winter took to the same field, there were always storms.

Great, grinding thunder raised its voice in a throaty roar, and the air turned to falling water.

Magic is essentially a force of creation, of life.

Hope is a force of nature. Don't let anyone tell you different.

If the nature of her foes would speak to the credit of Bridget's death, then surely the nature of her allies would speak even more loudly about clearly of her life.

It's tough for magic to argue with physics, most of the time.

Ever heard a pack of wolves growling in anger? It's less than restful.

My father used to speak to me often of the nature of power, Veredis said. One of the things he often lamented was that the only folk truly worthy to hold it were those who did not seek it.

It took shape and stood up, an enormous creature of vaguely human shape made all of earth and root and bough, twin points of brilliant emerald-green light burning in its vine-writhing, leaf-strewn head. It had to have been nine or ten feet tall, and nearly that far across. Its legs were thicker than me, and branches spread out above its head like vast horns against the background of luminous mind fog. The creature lifted its head

On either side of the double doors, someone had gone to a lot of trouble to plant and care for a half-dozen rosebushes. Someone else had gone to a lot of trouble to tear them to shreds.

It's an incredibly complex system of interweaving energy that influences good old Mother Earth around us, but it all boils down to a fairly simple concept: Shit happens.

Me alejé de la casa y caminé hacia el lago. Hacía viento, pero estaba despejado. Era una noche algo fresca. Los altos y viejos árboles crujían y gemían bajo el viento. Todavía era demasiado pronto para que los mosquitos empezaran a hacer de las suyas. La luna, en lo alto, estaba en creciente, casi llena, con alguna nube esporádica que pasaba por delante como un velo transparente. Era una noche perfecta para atrapar hadas.

his scent like leather and fresh wind

An apocalypse, by its nature, is kind of doomy and gloomy.

In my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green and cats are orange.

Life is a food chain, and it's better to be the diner than the dinner.

We are giving our children emotion. And kids thrive on parental emotion; they lean back and enjoy the show. It's part of human nature.

Birds are poems I haven't caught yet

Birds are holes in heaven through which a man may pass

the natural world seemed to absorb the poison in me.

Perhaps when we die our names are taken from us by a divine magnet and are free to flutter here and there within the bodies of birds. I'll be a simple crow who can reach the top of Antelope Butte. (From: Hard Times)

This infantile sense of order tended to infect my life at large. Up at 5:30 a.m., coffee, oatmeal, perhaps sausage (homemade), and fresh eggs giving one of the yolks to Lola. Listening to NPR and grieving more recently over the absence of Bob Edwards who was the sound of morning as surely as birds. Reading a paragraph or two of Emerson or Loren Eiseley to raise the level of my thinking. Going out to feed the cattle if it was during our six months of bad weather.

I hope to define my life, whatever is left, by migrations, south and north with the birds and far from the metallic fever of clocks, the self staring at the clock saying, "I must do this." I can't tell the time on the tongue of the river in the cool morning air, the smell of the ferment of greenery, the dust off the canyon's rock walls, the swallows swooping above the scent of raw water.