Quotes About Nature

Jaded! With all this around us". He waved an all- embracing arm at the pikes and fells and howes on every side. "We would never see a hundredth of it if we went out every Sunday for the next ten years".

It made no sense to live in Cumbria and fail to make full use of the opportunities it provided.

Books, games, jigsaws, as well as the soaring fells and sparkling lakes that would revive their spirits beyond all imagining.

It all worked out quite peaceably, because the fells and the lakes were of so much greater interest and significance than any human activity.

Man is a hating rather than a loving animal.

As we passed by on the stony causeway, women looked up at us from the fields, their faces furrowed with all known distresses. By their sides, lambs skipped in gaiety and innocence, and goats skipped in gaiety but without innocence, and at their feet the cyclamens shone mauve; the beasts and flowers seemed fortunate because they are not human, as those who have passed within the breath of a plague and have escaped it.

Whose voice was first sounded on this land? The voice of the red people who had but bows and arrows. [...] What has been done in my country I did not want, did not ask for it; white people going through my country. [...] When the white man comes in my country he leaves a trail of blood behind him. [...] I have two mountains in that country--the Black Hills and the Big Horn Mountain. I want the Great Father to make no roads through them.

We have come to pass judgement upon you Tapu Bulu, you destroyed my land, now it is time for us to destroy yours!" exclaimed Glen passionately.

I hate to play the I-live-in-the-country card, but it really takes all of the 'pack the kids into the car and run from here to there' out of the equation.

Orange] is one of God's favorite colors--- He stuck it right there between red and yellow as the second color in the rainbow. He decorates entire forests with shades of orange every autumn. It shows up in sunrises at the start of the day, sunsets at the end of the day, and in the glow of the moon at the right time of night.

I used to be such a militant city-ist, but more and more I've seen forests and nature and oceans, and I don't know any more if this is the awesomest way to live.

I think the true gardener is a lover of his flowers, not a critic of them. I think the true gardener is the reverent servant of Nature, not her truculent, wife-beating master. I think the true gardener, the older he grows, should more and more develop a humble, grateful and uncertain spirit.

As the bee knows how to find honey in flowers, the gift of wisdom draws lessons of divine goodness from everything.

Though every prospect pleases,And only man is vile.

From Greenland's icy mountains,From India's coral strand,Where Afric's sunny fountainsRoll down their golden sand.

But Dalziel, when he went it would be like losing a mountain. Every time you saw the space where it had been, you'd be reminded nothing was forever, that even the very majesty of nature was only smoke and mirrors.

C est quand notre milieu (naturel ou culturel) commence a nous faire du mal qu on s avise de son existence, et plus il nous decouvrira ses fragilites, plus nous y aurons mal. Ainsi decouvre-t-on sa langue quand, a l etranger, on ne peut plus la parler - ou qu on avait une patrie, quand on est exile.

Describe plum-blossoms? Better than my verses...white Wordless Butterflies

Invite Tranquility The sea,-- Something to look at When we are angry.

Winter and Summer While it's summer people say Winter is the better season. Such is human reason. Kamijima Onitsura

Trees have a secret life that is only revealed to those willing to climb them.

Like a lightning bug... Like a lightning bug?... Yes, just like a night lightning bug; because there are day lightning bugs too - even if nobody has ever seen one, I know there are some, and I know the day lightning bugs are the cockroaches that since they can't light up, people kill them.

It seems absurd for a man of twenty-eight to renounce the pleasures of life, doing violence to his nature by a pure act of will. An untold number had done this before him for religious reasons, but Kafka had based his renunciation on nothing but a self-image. He claimed that for better or worse he was what he was, and that therefore much was out of the question for him

I came to realize that my path to knowledge would not lead me to libraries, professors, universities, and studies. My path to knowledge was through living life and experiencing reality. I could learn plenty secondhand, but nothing was ever to surpass the experiences I had in the wilderness. All my knowledge of social, scentific, and religious issues has been acquired through personal experience.