Quotes About Nature

Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may, swell.

There were corpses here and there and pools of blood. I remember seeing a butterfly flutter up and down that street. Summer does not abdicate.

Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath And after many a summer dieth the swan.

Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Death descended like a theatrical storm over the Drakensberg Mountains, stranding me while it ran its course.

It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee

Teddy shuddered. The idea of the sublime little bird being plucked from the sky, of its exquisite song being interrupted in full flight, was horrible to him.

Be assured that any hurt to your spirit will pass in time. It is the nature of Death to take, but the nature of Life to give.

On the Death of his ChildDew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

I am forever walking upon these shores, Betwixt the sand and the foam, The high tide will erase my food prints, And the wind will blow away the foam, But the sea and the shore will remain forever.

How easy to be a bird or an animal, living from day to day, unaware you're alive, unaware that one day you will die.

Once a flower is picked it immediately begins to die.

Death is woven in with the violets, " said Louis. "Death and again death.")

Dante: Evergreens aren't supposed to die

Would that the dead were not dead! But there is grass that must be eaten, pellets that must be chewed, hraka that must be passed, holes that must be dug, sleep that must be slept.

Watch birth and death:The lotus has alreadyOpened its flower.

The crickets still sing in October. And lilly, she's trying to bloom. Tho she's resting her head on the shoulder of death, she still shines by the light of the moon.

The desert was a school, a school where each day, each hour, a final examination was offered, where failure meant death and the buzzards landed to correct the papers.

How can the moon be scooped from the water's surface, or flowers be plucked from the void?

Mist to mist, drops to drops. For water thou art, and unto water shalt thou return.

My tomb shall be in a spot where the north wind may scatter roses over it.

He may take long walksin the raining darkalmost aimlesslyto a spot of soaked grassin a neighbor's open field.He's decided this is the placefor you and him to meet again.

There is nothing in nature which approximates to the idea of a hospice.

Man is more noble dead than alive, because in returning to the earth he becomes earth, and nothing is nobler than the earth that entombs us, closes our eyes, and blossoms in a beautiful eterneity.