Quotes About Nature

Krotiteljica zvjeradi u crvenoj galoniranoj husarskoj atili gladila je debelu pospanu zmijurinu pod crvenkastom ispruganom platnenom perinom i ?ula se kiša kako klizi po zelenkastom jedru menažerije a negdje je pjevao jedan limeni žlijeb.

kako je dobro i mudro ne misliti ni o ?emu i mirno udisati taj vlažni šumski sumrak. Sve ostaje na tome: zaviti tijelo što dublje u te sumrake i ta svitanja. Osje?ati oko sebe klokot vrela i miris raslinja i tako ne misliti ništa. Disati.

Tko bi mogao objasniti iznenadno sijevanje ljudske misli kada izaziva onu mra?nu grmljavinu srca, koja može u tren oka zavitlati u svijesti ?ovjeka urnebesnu stihiju od vihora, ?esto opasniju i sudbonosniju od ludovanja svih bjesomu?nih oluja slijepe i nerazumne naravi?

?ovjek, taj isti trijumfator nad životinjama, i sam je još uvijek životinja.

Hrasta se kloni, pod bukvu se skloni.

Fairacre children could handle tools, and had the plodding unhurried methods of the countryman that produce amazing results. Here was the perfect medium for their inborn skill. The golden sand was turned, raked, piled, patted and ornamented with shells and seaweed,

That's the third death this year,' mused Mr Willet, his eyes on the rooks wheeling against the sky. . . . 'Like a stab wound, every time,' he said. 'Leaves a hole, and a little of your life-blood drains away.

A muddy river is a muddy river, whether it's in Bengal or in Baton Rouge.

Mas tudo parecia tão remoto, tão abstrato e estranho para ele. Quanto mais olhava para o mar e para o céu, mais afastado se sentia da humanidade.

I find that ducks' opinion of me is greatly influenced by whether or not I have bread.

Our avian brothers are back to roost on the first leg of their annual sojourn south. Why them and not us Maybe it's because we humans are meant to be rooted in one spot.

Heaven is also on earth because it is the Garden of Eden.

You are the lion & I am the owl, now, before either became aware of the existence of man.

Ottery St Mary, Devon

So far away, the one I love. What sky are you under tonight? What wind will my song ride... To carry my voice to you? Tell me, winds, Where he may be. Tell me, winds, What star he looks upon. My ears are like two white seashells, Listening for dawn to come.

On the evening my mother-in-law died, the noise of a chance sudden downpour resounded in the walkway and through the garden, roaring as though everything around us were being hammered by a fall of pebbles. That was why I was unable to catch what she said in the last moments before her eyes closed.

The more I see of man, the more I like dogs.

Wind, then rain, and then the blue sky.

The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black mulberry leaves turned as red as roses; pristine white acacia petals shed an enshrouding pale-green aura. Mild evening breezes made both the mulberry leaves and the acacia petals dance and whirl, filling the woods with a soft rustle.

a bright sun darkens, a full moon wanes, a full cup overflows, and decay follows prosperity

I'd discovered that the range of beauty in breasts is wide; while one should never lightly say that a pair is ugly, one can easily say that a pair of breasts is beautiful. Hedgehogs are beautiful sometimes; so are baby pigs.

Todo el mundo sabía que las balas no tienen ojos, que las bombas no son muy dadas a pedir disculpas y que los soldados son como tigres que han bajado de la montaña, tigres que no son precisamente vegetarianos.

Dü?üncelerini her zaman gö?e sal, denize dald?r, olmad? da?a ç?kar ama ne olursa olsun s?kma kendini.

In some significant aspects, heroes are born, not made. Heroic qualities flow through a person's veins like an undercurrent, ready to be translated into action.