Quotes About Nature

Evil is unspectacular and always human,

Shadows were distancing themselves from the trees, the statues, the people. Elongating.

My father taught me poetry. We'd go for long walks through Outremont and onto Mont Royal, and he'd recite poetry. I'd repeat it. Not well, most of the words meant nothing to me, but I remembered it all, every word. Only later did I realize what it meant." "And what did it mean?" "It meant the world," said Gamache. "My father died when I was nine.

he knew most places felt just a little sad in spring, when the bright and playful snow had gone and the flowers and trees hadn't yet bloomed. The

It was really a meditation on what he'd learned watching these people. What he'd learned about them and the nature of humanity and what he'd learned about himself. It was a remarkable study of arrogance and humility and, above all, forgiveness.

Yeti. Big Foot. There was some old creature his grandmother had told him about. The Green Man. Half man, half tree. This was him. Beauvoir gripped his stick.

What happened when you gave in to temptation. When you listened to the fallen angels of your nature.

He would be the object lesson, the walking warning to the cadets. What happened when you gave in to temptation. When you listened to the fallen angels of your nature.

Kebek. Una palabra algonquina que quería decir «donde el río se estrecha».

Outside, clouds had once again rolled in and brought with them snow. Again. Huge soft flakes, as though the clouds themselves were breaking up and drifting down in pieces.

Snow was coming down thicker now. But while it was heavy, it was also gentle. Like feathers out of a broken pillow.

from W. H. Auden: "Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.

Funny how I learned freedom from creatures that are rooted in place.

Billy learned that trees had feelings and personalities of their own.

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

Only in the winter was it possible to see both the forest and the trees.

lines from The Tempest to unnerve

Highway 362 hugged the cliffs and followed the St. Lawrence. And just before the village of Les Éboulements, she pulled over.

As a child, Billy had held his grandfather's calloused hand, and together they'd walked through the forest, the old man touching the trees and describing their character. From him, young Billy learned that trees had feelings and personalities of their own.

His magical thinking allowed him to be surprised that when such a good soul dies it isn't remarked. The bells of the church didn't set themselves off. The mice and deer didn't cry out. The earth didn't shudder. It should have.

could be so much deliberate cruelty and so much kindness in one species.

Better to bloom even for an instant, if that's your nature, than live forever in hiding.

a single bright orange leaf lost its grip and wafted back and forth, gently falling to the ground.

she'd forgotten snow could be quite so beautiful. Snow, in her experience, was something that needed to be removed. It was a chore that fell from the sky. But