Quotes About Nature

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Lipsky said: "I'll tell you something, Layton: ninety-five percent it's nothing. Probably somebody shot a buck out of season, and you were smelling the gut dump. Those can be pretty hard to see in the dark, once they go gray. But, five percent, we gotta go look.

Is it a shark made of ice? Hanoen asked. Or a shark that lives in ice?

Remember that the plant wants to eat you," the groundskeeper said. "It's not going to let you get away. Don't fight it. Let yourself be eaten." "Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm finding your advice to be less than one hundred percent helpful

It's not the trees, you dense argumentative spoon

Roanoke was deep into spring—which was really pretty, even if it turned out that all the native blooms smelled like rotten meat dipped in sewer sauce (that description courtesy of Magdy, who could string together a phrase now and then).

I want you to know there was some discussion about whether to make the pizza. Because it's a Hawaiian pizza? Yeah. We have a new employee who makes the pizzas. He considers pineapple on a pizza against the laws of God and Nature. She held out the pizza.

John Scalzi "I want you to know there was some discussion about whether to make the pizza. Because it's a Hawaiian pizza? Yeah. We have a new employee who makes the pizzas. He considers pineapple on a pizza against the laws of God and Nature. She held out the pizza.

Until recent centuries, almost all human beings walked or ran a considerable distance every day, and this has perhaps been the primary time for meditation. To awaken our sense of who we are, it's important, whenever possible, to get out and walk every day—and also to turn that simple act of ambulation into the sublime experience of walking meditation.

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It was largely a land without Borders - something that attracted him and disturbed him both. The land didn't need laws. But the people did.

I wondered then why children played so in the river, but adults ceased to see it with the same eyes. Why couldn't we embrace such simple joys?

You've seen the sun flatten and take strange shapes just before it sinks in the ocean. Do you have to tell yourself every time that it's an illusion caused by atmospheric dust and light distorted by the sea, or do you simply enjoy the beauty of it?

Remember that the most beautiful things in the world are the most useless; peacocks and lilies for instance.

Trouble with mice is you always kill 'em.

A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.

There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.

I'm in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana it is love. And it's difficult to analyze love when you're in it.

It is the nature of man to rise to greatness if greatness is expected of him.

Time is more complex near the sea than in any other place, for in addition to the circling of the sun and the turning of the seasons, the waves beat out the passage of time on the rocks and the tides rise and fall as a great clepsydra.

We could live offa the fatta the lan'.

The redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It's not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time.

You're going to pass something down no matter what you do or if you do nothing. Even if you let yourself go fallow, the weeds will grow and the brambles. Something will grow.

It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.