Quotes About Nature

After all, the war doesn't alter my relationship with a blade of grass.

Hutte répétait qu'au fond, nous sommes tous des "des hommes des plages" et que "le sable - je cite ses propre termes - ne garde que quelques secondes l'empreinte de nos pas".

Hutte was always saying that, in the end, we are all "beach men" and that "the sand"--I am quoting his own words-- keeps the traces of our footsteps only a few moment

The green things of this world are just wondrous, aren't they?" his mother went on. "We work so hard to get rid of them when sometimes they're the very thing that saves us.

Because humans are complicated beasts," the monster said.

There's hope at the bottom of the biggest waterfall." ~pg 426

What I do know is that if you give a human being a chance to be stupid and violent, then they're going to take it, every time. No matter where they are.

Even though it walked and talked, even though it was bigger than his house and could swallow him in one bite, the monster was still, at the end of the day, just a yew tree.

Flakes of white fall thru the trees and onto the road, catching on our clothes and hair. It's a silent fall and it's weird how it makes everything else seem quiet, too, like it's trying to tell you a secret, a terrible, terrible secret.

Ah, well, then you've never stood on a beach as the waves came crashing in, the water stretching out from you until it's beyond sight, moving and blue and alive and so much bigger than even the black beyond seems because the ocean hides what it contains." She shakes her head in a happy way. "If you ever want to see how small you are in the plan of God, just stand at the edge of an ocean.

The wind picks up a little more (Terribly sorry, I imagine it saying; apparently, the wind is British, wondering how it got all the way over here)

The purpose of a volcano is to die,' she says. 'Is this not what you strive for?' 'The purpose of a volcano is to die, my lady,' says the volcano, 'but as angrily as possible.

The forest was white in the snowfall, but still seemed to hold more secrets than she had ever thought possible.

The green things of this world are just wondrous, aren't they? We work so hard to get rid of them when sometimes they're the very thing that saves us.

THERE IT IS,' my mother says, and what she means is that the dot we've been nearing for weeks, the one that's been growing into a larger dot with two smaller dots circling it, has now become even larger than that, growing from a dot to a disc, shining back the light from its sun, until you can see the blue of its oceans, the green of its forests, the white of its polar caps, a circle of colour against the black beyond.

Just because the devil gave them the gift of speech doesn't mean you're talking to anything more than a mostly undomesticated predator.

she is born in the breath of a cloud

I am this wild earth, come for you.

The sun's well up now and the sky as blue as fresh meat.

Who am I? the monster repeated, still roaring. I am the spine that the mountains hang upon! I am the tears that the rivers cry! I am the lungs that breathe the wind! I am the wolf that kills the stag, the hawk that kills the mouse, the spider that kills the fly! I am the stag, the mouse and the fly that are eaten! I am the snake of the world devouring its tail! I am everything untamed and untameable!

Le cose della natura sono proprio sbalorditive, vero?" proseguì la madre. "Facciamo tanto per sbarazzarcene e poi alla fine sono proprio loro a salvarci.

There was a rustling through the monster's leaves, like the wind stirring them in a long, slow sigh. I did not come to heal her, the monster said. I came to heal you.

Who am I? I am the spine that the mountains hang upon! I am the tears that the rivers cry! I am the lungs that breathe the wind! I am the wolf that kills the stag, the hawk that kills the mouse, the spider that kills the fly! I am the stag, the mouse and the fly that are eaten! I am the snake of the world devouring its tail! I am everything untamed and untameable!

Outrage is conditioned not by the nature of the atrocity but by the affiliation of the victim and the perpetrator