Quotes About Nature

To see the sun shining on its bright grass, fresh, when we first visited it, with the autumnal dews, and hear the whispering of the wind among the leaves of the trees which have overgrown the tomb of Cestius, and the soil which is stirring in the sun-warm earth, and to mark the tombs, mostly of women and young people who were buried there, one might, if one were to die, desire the sleep they seem to sleep.

No matter how spectacular their beauty, the deer hunter never sees the mountains.

What is given by nature is not necessarily good, what is achieved by artifice is not necessarily worthless.

Genuine friendship cannot be separated from the personality, essence and nature of the friend as a person.

Friendship with children is the hidden key for unlocking the nature of God in them.

Friendship with children exposes the nature of parents.

The summer demands and takes away too much. /But night, the reserved, the reticent, gives more than it takes

as if I were only a flower after all and not the map of the country in which it grows.

He looked up at the great grey peaks, some still topped by the remnants of the winter snow. He felt as close to happy as he ever got, the fittest he had been for a long time. His mind clear. Being in the mountains made him happy. He loved mountains. They were so much less trouble than people.

Palmerston gave a wry smile. 'You may be right, though there would scarce be a politician at Westminster who would not be equally vulnerable. It is the nature of man to be at times…unwise.

They could hear the little river prattling over its stony bed, as it had done since the dawn of time.

How flat all sounds are at the seaside, flat and yet emphatic, like the sound of gunshots heard at a distance.

her mouth working mutely like the valve of an undersea creature

We swam in sunshine and in rain; we swam in the morning, when the sea was sluggish as soup, we swam at night, the water flowing over our arms like undulations of black satin; one afternoon we stayed in the water during a thunderstorm, and a fork of lightning struck the surface of the sea so closer to us we heard the crackle of it and smelt the burnt air.

I had never liked, even feared a little, this wild reach of marsh and mud flats where everything seemed turned away from the land, looking off desperately toward the horizon as if in mute search for a sign of rescue.

Remember what April was like when we were young, that sense of liquid rushing and the wind taking blue scoops out of the air and the birds beside themselves in the budding trees?

At thee seaside all is narrow horizontals, the world reduced to a few long straight lines pressed between earth and sky.

moorhen swam on the water, delicately unzipping the placid surface as it went, her half-grown chicks strung out in a line behind her, bobbing along.

They departed, the gods, on the day of the strange tide.

Man's lot? He is by mindless lust engendered and by mindless wrench expelled, from the Eden of the womb to the motley, mindless world. He is Chance's fool, the toy of aimless Nature—a mayfly flitting down the winds of Chaos!

The tides surged through the marsh and each wave that hit the beach came light-struck and broad-shouldered, with all the raw power the moon could bestow.

Wisteria and red-buds had followed, and then in mid-March the azaleas burst forth in gigantic pillows of white, red, and vermilion. White dogwood blossoms floated like clouds of confectioner's sugar above the azaleas. The scent of honeysuckle

Walls of thick vegetation rose up on all sides and arched overhead in a lacy canopy that filtered the light to a soft shade. It had just rained; the air was hot and steamy. I felt enclosed in a semitropical terrarium, sealed off from a world that suddenly seemed a thousand miles away.

Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough! It isn't fit for humans now, There isn't grass to graze a cow. Swarm over, Death!