Quotes About Nature

Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, and here is my heart which beats only for you.

Chanson d'automne Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'automne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Tout suffocant Et blême, quand Sonne l'heure, Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleure ; Et je m'en vais Au vent mauvais Qui m'emporte Deçà, delà, Pareil à la Feuille morte.

L'Heure Exquise La lune blanche Luit dans les bois ; De chaque branche Part une voix Sous la ramée... Ô bien-aimée. L'étang reflète, Profond miroir, La silhouette Du saule noir Où le vent pleure... Rêvons, c'est l'heure. Un vaste et tendre Apaisement Semble descendre Du firmament Que l'astre irise... C'est l'heure exquise.

Autumn Song" translated by Arthur Symons When a sighing begins In the violins Of the autumn-song, My heart is drowned In the slow sound Languorous and long Pale as with pain, Breath fails me when The hours toll deep. My thoughts recover The days that are over, And I weep. And I go Where the winds know, Broken and brief, To and fro, As the winds blow A dead leaf.

It is the return of a dog to his vomit.

Surfing soothes me, it's always been a kind of Zen experience for me. The ocean is so magnificent, peaceful, and awesome. The rest of the world disappears for me when I'm on a wave.

Intelligence is the ability of a species to live in harmony with its environment.

Reading music is like listening to flowers. I don't understand the concept.

Why is all of creation singing?

Although it is so evident when you look at nature that there is incredible abundance, the united ego of mankind in mass hysteria about lack, rushes to destroy the planet in order to get its piece of the pie before it all "runs out.

It is in our nature to enjoy atrocity so long as it continues to shock and remains comfortably removed from our own lives.

More and more I find myself at a loss for words and didn't want to hear other people talking either. Their conversations seemed false and empty. I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

The first time I saw a narcissus pushing through ice and thriving, I thought it was perfect and wanted that kind of determination for myself.

All her stories seemed to involve rowboats and ukuleles, full moons and campfires and grog. I was desperately jealous.

He talks about the gift of being lost in the woods. I've always found that comforting, somehow. That maybe you have to be truly lost before you can find yourself again.

You can take a cub from the savannah as they have, and raise it like a pet if you like. In a cage, as some do, or running free like Paddy. You can feed it fresh meat so it never learns to hunt and brush its coat so it carries a human smell wherever it goes—but know that what you've done is twist something natural into something else. And you can never trust on unnatural thing. - Charles Clutterbuck

It had been a false spring, a lie like all the other lies, and I found myself wondering it it would ever really come.

Have you ever seen stars like this? You can't have. They don't make them like this anywhere in the world." Above our heads, the sky was a brimming treasure box. Some of the stars seemed to want to pull free and leap down onto my shoulders—and though these were the only ones I had ever known, I believed Denys when he said they were the finest. I thought I might believe anything he said, in fact, even though we had just met. He had that in him.

In the same way that fish had quickness, cats had a way of being still. That was their gift, and you could learn a lot by watching them get there.

Your biological parents give you their genes, the map of your physical self. But whoever raises you makes you who you are, for better or for worse. Family dynamics are acted out, not built in, though someday scientists might prove otherwise.

I want to be passionate about things and feed my mind and travel the world. I'd rather be darkly and dangerously happy, like living on a knife's edge, than lose my way and forget my nature.

He read aloud to me as I curled next to him, both of our bodies in a warm arc of light. For nearly ten years I'd wanted this…this exactly. Is he really here? I thought. Am I? Denys read on, his voice rising and falling, while a leopard moth that had got caught in the curtains stopped struggling for a moment, and realized it was free.

The things of the world knew so much more than we did and lived them more truly. The thorn trees had no grief or fear. The constellations didn't fight or hold themselves back, nor did the translucent hook of the moon. Everything was momentary and endless.