Quotes About Nature

Once, there were no predators, no prey. Only harmony. There were no quakes, no storms, everything in balance. In the beginning, time was all at once and forever — no past, present, and future, no death. We broke it all.

mankind was, in reality, the most ruthless, dangerous, unforgiving species on earth.

THE INNOCENT BOY, THE EVIL FATHER, THE ANTS, THE FISH, THE BIRDS

I didn't try to puzzle through how such a thing could be. The world is filled with mysteries; and I have learned that every mystery will either explain itself--or it won't. I can't force Nature to draw back her curtains and reveal the hidden machinery that constitutes the true workings of the world.

Siempre resplandece el cielo antes del anochecer.

She watched a serrated formation of brown pelicans slice the sky and leave no scar.

she drove slowly into town as the gold and rose fingers of the dawn reached toward fading stars that eluded them.

Embrace the weather, child, and you'll understand the balance of the world.

Even as I regarded those two men, I became aware of the flying beams of the spotlights, to the north-east, painting ephemeral infinity symbols across the pregnant clouds that increasingly commanded the sky, of the distant roller-coaster chain clacking through the ratchet angles of the guideway as cars full of riders climbed an incline toward the next long drop, of the dusty smell of the campground, and of the scent of rain pending.

where the animals that wake and live in the absence of the sun are going about their business more peacefully than does humanity. There

Canis latrans

THREE BUTTERFLIES, AERIAL GEISHAS, DANCED out of the sunshine, into the porch shadows. Their silken kimonos flaring and folding and flaring in graceful swirls of color, as bashful as faces hidden behind the pleats of hand-painted fans, they fled, quick, into the brightness from which they had come.

Once the golden phase had passed, the sun used only the red and orange spectrum of its palette to paint the sky in advance of the long night of darkness, and by reflection the harbor waters caught fire.

The island is Ringrock

was learned from experience, what was intuitively known, and matters of instinct coded in the genes.

That's a fox. His tail alone proves it.

O, WHAT MAY MAN WITHIN HIM HIDE, THOUGH ANGEL ON THE OUTWARD SIDE! —William Shakespeare

In her countless long walks over these one hundred and thirty acres

Isolation is a wall against fear and despair. Only nature, quiet, and time for reflection can heal her. If she can be healed.

This guy, and he alone, hunts close to the house for field mice and birds.

The only monsters were people.

He looks back along the trail, in the direction from which he and the other foxes came.

the animals on Jacob's Ladder are likely to be sensitive

Embrace the weather, child, and you'll understand the balance of the world.