Quotes About Nature

Manufactured foods are not food at all. In fact, we believe that synthetic, manufactured foods are the final disconnection: They disconnect us from the earth and nature. They deny who we are and what we need to function optimally

i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue dream of sky;and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes

Author Elisabeth Kübler-Ross reminds us, "Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms, you would never see the beauty of their carvings.

Est-ce que l'on peut empêcher le printemps de venir, lors même que l'on couperait toutes les forêts du monde ? » - Le Temps Tempête de la Révolution Mondiale

The leaves had fallen from the trees and lay crisp and crackling beneath his feet. Picking one up he marveled, not for the first time, at the perfection of nature where leaves were most beautiful at the very end of their lives.

In winter the very ground seemed to reach up and grab the elderly, yanking them to earth as though hungry for them.

Nature, she knew, abhorred a vacuum, and these people, faced with an information vacuum, had filled it with their fears.

You do know that the earth is round." "The earth might be, but human nature isn't. It has caverns and abysses and all sorts of traps.

Dr. Vincent Gilbert lived in the heart of the forest. Away from human conflict, but also away from human contact. It was a compromise he was more than happy to make.

Isabelle [Lacoste] sat quietly for a moment, looking into the naked woods. Only in the winter was it possible to see both the forest and the trees. Homicide, she thought, was a perpetual winter.

No. The real danger in a garden came from the bindweed. That moved underground, then surfaced and took hold. Strangling plant after healthy plant. Killing them all, slowly. And for no apparent reason, except that it was its nature. And then it disappeared underground again.

But then, Armand Gamache thought, where else would you find darkness but right up against the light? What greater triumph for evil than to ruin a garden?

Three craggy pine trees had stood at the far end of the green for as long as anyone remembered, like wise men who'd found what they were looking for.

It was a perfect time of year, when late summer flowers were still blooming and the leaves were turning, and the grass was still green, but the nights were chilly and sweaters were out and fires were beginning to be lit. So that the hearths at night resembled the forests in the day, all giddy and bright and cheerful. Soon everyone would head back to the

Peter bent and examined the pile. Only country people, thought Beauvoir, were endlessly fascinated by shit. Country people and parents.

his cell phone didn't work in Three Pines, and neither did email. He almost expected to see messages fluttering back and forth in the sky above the village, unable to descend.

Below that was the thrum of bumblebees climbing in and over and around the peonies. Getting lost. Bumbling around. It looked comical, ridiculous. But then so much did, unless you knew.

Kebek. An Algonquin word. Where the river narrows.

I don't know, Armand. It made me sick. And sad. And glad I live far—" "From the madding crowd?" Vincent Gilbert smiled and nodded. "Yes. I peek out every now and then, then scuttle back to my little cabin, where I hope so-called civilization won't find me.

Ducks mate for life, Clara knew. That's why duck hunting season was particularly cruel. Every now and then in the fall you'd see a lone duck, quacking. Calling. Waiting for its spouse. And for the rest of its life it would wait.

Havoc!" his mother cried, letting the dogs slip out as she called into the woods.

Reine-Marie put her head back and laughed. Armand smiled, then turned full circle. His gaze took in the dark forests and luminous homes, the three huge pines and the soft snow falling from the sky, as though the Heavens had opened, and all the angels were joining them. Here. Here. "Dad." Armand turned.

Nature is talking to us all the time, it's just hearing that's the problem.

People believe what they want to believe," said Reine-Marie. "It's just human nature.