Quotes About Nature

Love is as the the air we breathe, sometimes sweet and other times polluted!

When the sky fills with bright colors I look towards the sunset to find you. I imagine you standing there next to me as we watch the sun disappear beyond the horizon. I imagine the soft sweet sound of your voice flowing the mid-summers breeze across the open body of water. And, I imagine the soft touch of your skin as we hold hands for the last time time until I can see you again.

Being selfish is part of human nature but don't allow it to push those you love away. Remember sharing is caring, everything is a cycle and its best when its mutual.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.

Modern civilization is complicated and artificial. Simple folk live in a world of love and peace. Let no one hate another or harm another.

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.

Do not ask the sun to always shine. It cant, the clouds exist. Dont ask the leaves not to fall. It cant, the wind exists. Dont ask me not to fall in love. I cant, you exist.

You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shade when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your window. So that's why I'm scared when you say you love me.

I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms.

When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.

Roberto DeMatteis had seven species

I am your little ram, burying his muzzle in thick grass of your pasture, folded by you at night, herded by day, a dedicated dog nipping at my hocks. The day will come for you to draw the bright sickle of the moon across my wooly throat. Do it with love, without regret.

Weeds grew, and I ignored my chores, while the cat worried her tail of its most plumescent fur. I saw my body, white as tallow, my face framed by colorless hair, noted my appetites, then put them aside, walked and walked to wear it all away.

A young man named for a god of fucking rode his palomino next to my dun.

What miracle is this? This giant tree. It stands ten thousand feet high But doesn't reach the ground. Still it stands. Its roots must hold the sky.

Sometimes my thoughts grow confused, and it is as if the forest has put down roots in me, and is thinking its old, eternal thoughts with my brain.

Maybe I'm afraid that if I could do otherwise I would gradually cease to be a human being, and would soon be creeping about, dirty and stinking, emitting incomprehensible noises. Not that I'm afraid of becoming an animal. That wouldn't be too bad, but a human being can never become just an animal; he plunges beyond, into the abyss.

The barriers between animal and human come down very easily. We belong to a single great family, and if we are lonely and unhappy we gladly accept the friendship of our distant relations.

I am a monster, I realised, a monster that wants to stalk through the woods, free and alone, and cannot even bear so much as the touch of a branch on its skin. There'd be nothing wrong with that, if it weren't for the fact that every so often the monster wants to be loved and cosseted and has to grovel, whining, back to the world of men.

Since I've been living in the forest I don't notice myself getting older. There's nobody there to draw my attention to it, after all. Nobody tells me how I look, and I never give it a thought myself.

I barely gave my appearance a thought. My animals didn't care about my outer shell, they certainly didn't love me for my appearance. They probably had no sense of beauty whatsoever; I can't imagine that a human being would have seemed beautiful to them.

Ich habe mich nie nachts im Wald gefürchtet, während ich in der Stadt immer ängstlich war. Warum das so war, weiß ich nicht, wahrscheinlich weil ich nie daran dachte, daß ich auch im Wald auf Menschen treffen konnte

Suddenly I had a flash of insight: I am a monster, I realized, a monster that wants to stalk through the woods, free and alone, and cannot even bear so much as the touch of a branch on its skin.

Ich liebe die Blumen noch mehr als die Tiere, weil sie stumm sind, nicht umherspringen können und mich nicht stören in meinen fruchtlosen manischen Gedanken.