Quotes About Nature

lady through whose profound and fragile lips the sweet small clumsy feet of April came into the ragged meadow of my soul.

it's spring and the goat-footed balloonMan whistles far and wee

ropes of silver gliding from sunny thunder into freshness.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea

E.E. Cummings

i will wade out till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness in the sleeping curves of my body Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery with chasteness of sea-girls Will i complete the mystery of my flesh I will rise After a thousand years lipping flowers And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

Querying greys between mouthed houses curl thirstily. Dead stars stink. dawn. Inane, the poetic carcass of a girl

Without a heart the animal is very very kind so kind it wouldn't like a soul and couldn't use a mind.

singing (though love be a day) for which girl art thou flowers bringing?

dead says come with me he says(andwhyevernot)into the round well and see the kitten and the penny and the jackknife and the rosebug and you say Sure you say (like that) sure i'll come with you you say for i like kittens i do and jackknives i do and pennies i do and rosebugs i do

whiter than lilies which are born and cease for being whiter than this world)

Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.

haste ere some thrush with silver several tears complete the perfumed paraphrase of death)

ve aÄŸaçlar direnir: aÄŸaçlar direnir. AÄŸaçlar, birden bekleye durur ay?n yüzüne kar??.

may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone. For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea

one day you stepped in snow, the next in mud, water soaked in your boots and froze them at night, it was the next worst thing to pure blizzardry, it was weather that wouldn't let you settle.

Ever since this day I have dreamt sometimes... I, a street rat in my soul, dream even now... that if it were possible to life this littered, paved Manhattan from the earth... and all its torn and dripping pipes and conduits and tunnels and tracks and cables--all of it, like a scab from new skin underneath--how seedlings would sprout and freshets bubble up, and brush and grasses would grow over the rolling hills...

And each morning the sun came up weaker and whiter, like an old man rising from his bed, and each morning's chill was slower giving up the ground.

The theory for admitting accomplice testimony that is uncorroborated is that conspiracy is by its nature secretive and that only the parties to it can know it occurred. But in practice this means the accomplice's guilt is modified to the degree that he can convict the defendant.

I made myself a glass of chocolate milk using enough syrup for three normal glasses. I also made myself four peanut butter crackers. Then I walked out the living room door to our terrace. The trees were coming! New green was all over ... green so new that it was kissing yellow.

People may refer the sea as both feminine and masculine but I like to refer it as feminine because the moon effects the sea in the same way it does a women

We love fog because it shifts old anomalies into the elements surrounding them. It gives relief from a way of seeing

Even a stone, and more easily a flower or a bird, could show you the way back to God, to the Source, to yourself. When you look at it or hold it & let it be without imposing a word of mental label on it, a sense of awe, of wonder, arises within you. Its essence silently communicates itself to you and reflects your own essence back to you.

Look at a tree, a flower, a plant. Let your awareness rest upon it. How still they are, how deeply rooted in 'just being'. Allow nature to teach you stillness. When you look at a tree and perceive its stillness, you become still yourself.