Quotes About Nature

Instinct," he told her, "is most often right.

I have noticed that people who listen to their instincts live longer.

A beast feels no remorse for the past nor hope for the future.

Even if he's quite mad north-northwest. At least the wind is usually southerly.

They were surrounded by mountains and forest. There were no nearby houses. The closest neighbor was a half mile away.

A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter.

No matter how good you are at sneaking, you can't ever sneak well enough so that mosquitoes won't find you, and no matter how worried and tense you are, or how hard you are trying to pay attention, you just can't help noticing when a cloud of mosquitoes comes for you like you're their first good meal since last fall.

He noticed, without surprise, that the two cats had come along, even though he had not specifically included them in the transportation spell. Cats were like that.

after the rain bomb craters filled with stars - John Brandi

There was in the meeting-house a wood quiet. It was the quiet of trees that have been brought in out of the wind, whose new-shown limbs reach out, not to the sky but to the people. This is the quiet, still, otherness of trees found by the carver, the shaper, the maker.

All they could do was entertain themselves watching the devastation, marvelling at the might of T?whiri M?tea

For neither life nor nature cares if justice is ever done or not.

he was no more mine than the trees were mine. No more mine than the sun. And with this realization I knew that I could never be separate from her, any more than I could ever be separate from the trees or from the sun.

She was no more mine than the trees were mine. No more mine than the sun. And with this realization I knew that I could never be separate from her, any more than I could ever be separate from the trees or from the sun.

Psychotherapy isn't a twentieth-century artifice imposed on nature, but the reinstatement of a natural healing process.

When I walk the path between the gardens everyone is there, Mama and Papa, the aunts, Caleb and Jack. Aunt Harriet plays the flute-- But the best thing of all is that Grandfather is there waiting for me, smiling. He gives my dog husband a bone. "Be good to Cassie," he says. "Oui," says Nick. I am astonished. I have never heard Nick speak French words. "You speak French!" I cry. "I retrieve, too," says my dog husband.

Patricia MacLachlan

Out of our writer mouths Will come clouds Rising to the sky Dropping rain words below. And when the clouds leave The sun will shine down word After word After word Planting our stories in the earth. —Russell

You came during an early snowstorm

Patricia MacLachlan

Where else," I will say, "does an old turtle crossing the path Make all the difference in the world?

My brother William is a fisherman, and he tells me that when he is in the middle of a fog-bound sea the water is a color for which there is no name.

In the evening, the brilliant yellow pumpkin blossoms will close, drunk on sunshine, while the milky white jasmine will open their slender throats and sip the chill Himalayan air.

i inhale deeply, drinking the warmth in the scent of mountain sunshine, a warmth that smells of freshly turned soil and clean laundry baking in the sun.