Quotes About Nature

To be part of nature was to be part of the will to live. When you stay too long in a place, you forget just how big an expanse the world is. You got no sense of the length of those longitudes and latitudes. Just as, she supposed, it is hard to have a sense of the vastness inside any one person. But once you sense that vastness, once something reveals it, hope emerges, whether you want it or not, and it clings to you as stubbornly as lichen clings to rock.

The lonely mind in the busy city yearns for connection because it thinks human-tohuman connection is the point of everything. But amid pure nature (or the 'tonic of wildness' as Thoreau called it) solitude took on a different character. It became in itself a kind of connection. A connection between herself and the world. And between her and herself.

Adjusting her hands into position for E-flat major, she was momentarily distracted by a tattoo on her weirdly hairless forearm, written in beautifully angled calligraphic letters. It was a quote from Henry David Thoreau. All good things are wild and free.

Wild, she thought to herself. Free.

If there is a sunset, stop and look at it. Knowledge is finite. Wonder is infinite.

That was the familiar lesson of time. Everything changes and nothing changes. (There is a tree in California, a Great Basin bristlecone pine that was found, after an intensive ring count, to be five thousand and sixty-five years old.)

Moments ago she had been in the garden with Ash and Nora and Plato

She could plant a forest inside herself.

The flowers have water.

Bütün güzellikler vahÅŸi ve özgürdür.

Moments ago she had been in the garden with Ash and Nora and Plato, a garden humming with life and love, and now she was here.

Bücher sind Bäume, die träumen.

She imagined what it would be like to accept herself completely. Every mistake she had ever made, every dream she hadn't reached or pain she had felt. Every lust or longing she had suppressed. She imagined accepting it all. The way she accepted nature.

You lose your job, then more shit happens. The wind whispered through the trees. It began to rain.

Letters to a Young Poet—Rainer Maria Rilke Poems—Emily Dickinson Henry David Thoreau's journal When Things Fall Apart—Pema Chödrön The House at Pooh Corner—A. A. Milne Bird by Bird—Anne Lamott Meditations—Marcus Aurelius Tao Te Ching—Laozi Serious Concerns—Wendy Cope Dream Work—Mary Oliver

If you truly feel part of a bigger picture, if you can see yourself in other people and nature, if this you becomes something bigger than the individual you, then you never truly depart the world when you die. You exist as long as life exists. Because the life you feel inside you is part of the same life force that exists in every living thing.

The books were all green. Greens of multifarious shades. Some of these volumes were a murky swamp green, some a bright and light chartreuse, some a bold emerald and others the verdant shade of summer lawns.

She imagined accepting it all. The way she accepted nature. The way she accepted a glacier or a puffin or the breach of a whale. She imagined seeing herself as just another brilliant freak of nature. Just another sentient animal, trying their best. And in doing so, she imagined what it was like to be free.

They are all killing themselves. Because this parasitic worm grows inside them, to become like a full-grown aquatic creature, and as it grows it takes over the brain function of the grasshopper, so the grasshopper thinks, "Hey, I really like water" and so they divebomb into water and die. And it's happening all the time. Google it. Google "grasshopper suicide".

She imagined, now, what it would be like to accept herself completely. Every mistake she had ever made. Every mark on her body. Every dream she hadn't reached or pain she had felt. Every lust or longing she had suppressed. She imagined accepting it all. The way she accepted nature.

Sometimes just the sight of a tree or sunset can smack you with the power of every tree or sunset you have ever seen

The way she accepted a glacier or a puffin or the breach of a whale. She imagined seeing herself as just another brilliant freak of nature. Just another sentient animal, trying their best. And in doing so, she imagined what it was like to be free.

they'll be okay. they're looked after. the flowers have their water.

I want you to Slow down I just want it all To slow down; I want to make a forest Of a moment And live in that forest For ever Before you go