Quotes About Nature

According to the most modern idea, a real myth has nothing to do with religion. It is an explanation of something in nature; how, for instance, any and everything in the universe came into existence: men, animals, this or that tree or flower, the sun, the moon, the stars, storms, eruptions, earthquakes, all that is and all that happens. Thunder and lightning are caused when Zeus hurls his thunderbolt.

Seek to persuade the sea wave not to break. You will persuade me no more easily.

He could not be a breaker, it was against his bent.

A pine needle fell in the forest. The hawk saw it. The deer heard it. The white bear smelled it

I even wrote a white-bear poem. It began Ghost bear wanders, always alone; king of the north, dispensing death from his traveling throne. It was shortly after this effort that I decided I wouldn't be a poet after all.

He simply felt that if he could carry away the vision of the spot of earth she walked on, and the way the sky and sea enclosed it, the rest of the world might seem less empty.

They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods.

No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity

They stood together in the gloom of the spruces, an empty world glimmering about them wide and gray under the stars

We live in our own souls as in an unmapped region, a few acres of which we have cleared for our habitation; while of the nature of those nearest us we know but the boundaries that march with ours.

The motions of her mind were as incalculable as the flit of a bird in the branches

She was blind and insensible to many things, and dimly knew it; but to all that was light and air, perfume and colour, every drop of blood in her responded. She loved the roughness of the dry mountain grass under her palms, the smell of the thyme into which she crushed her face, the fingering of the wind in her hair and through her cotton blouse, and the creak of the larches as they swayed to it.

And for a long while they stood side by side without speaking, each seeing the other in every line of the landscape.

Lily had no real intimacy with nature but she had a passion for the appropriate and could be keenly sensitive to a scene which was the fitting background of her own sensations.

Ah, my dear; and I shall never be happy unless I can open the windows!

She often climbed up the hill and lay there alone for the mere pleasure of feeling the wind and of rubbing her cheeks in the grass. Generally at such times she did not think of anything, but lay immersed in an in an inarticulate well-being.

Untrained human nature was not frank and innocent; it was full of the twists and defences of an instinctive guile. And he felt himself oppressed by this creation of factitious purity, so cunningly manufactured by a conspiracy of mothers and aunts and grandmothers and long-dead ancestresses, because it was supposed to be what he wanted, what he had a right to, in order that he might exercise his lordly pleasure in smashing it like an image made of snow.

The blast that swept him came off New Hampshire snow-fields and ice-hung forests. It seemed to have traversed interminable leagues of frozen silence, filling them with the same cold roar and sharpening its edge against the same bitter black-and-white landscape. (The Triumph Of The Night)

All the exquisite influences of the hour trembled in their veins, and drew them to each other as the loosened leaves were drawn to the earth.

As she stood there, in her long sealskin coat, her hands thrust in a small round muff, her veil drawn down like a transparent mask to the tip of her nose, and the bunch of violets he had brought her stirring with her quickly-taken breath, it seemed incredible that this pure harmony of line and colour should ever suffer the stupid law of change.

She sat silent, and the world lay like a sunlit valley at their feet.

Obviously he had aspired too high, or been too impatient; but it was his nature to be aspiring and impatient, and if he was to succeed it must be on the lines of his own character.

Age seemed to have come down on him as winter comes on the hills after a storm.

Everything about her was warm and soft and scented: even the stains of her grief became her as rain-drops do the beaten rose.