Quotes About Nature

The Island was in the center of the kitchen, and perhaps to emphasize its fixed-down nature, had pale brown tiles that mimicked the bricks of a building.

It's not so bad now,' she said, even though the rain was as steady as ever. 'Let's just go out there. Then maybe the sun will come out too.

we are all much too complacent about the great wonders that surround us. I mean, all this we've been talking about. Treaties and boundaries and reparations and occupations. But Mother Nature just carries on her own sweet way.

it is the very lack of obvious drama or spectacle that sets the beauty of our land apart.

Crystal Eaters by Shane Jones Machines Like Me by Ian McEwan The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa 1984 by George Orwell A Tale for the Time Being by Ruth Ozeki The Overstory by Richard Powers The Farm by Joanne Ramos The Ministry for the Future by Kim Stanley Robinson Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw

Life is divine Chaos. It's messy, and it's supposed to be that way.

I HAD a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving; Sweet little red feet! why should you die - Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why? You liv'd alone in the forest-tree, Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas; Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?

Nor do we merely feel these essences for one short hour no, even as these trees that whisper round a temple become soon dear as the temples self, so does the moon, the passion posey, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light unto our souls and bound to us so fast, that wheather there be shine, or gloom o'er cast, They always must be with us, or we die.

Este trigo hundirá sus vigorosas raíces en la tierra, soportará el frío, el viento y la nieve, y crecerá con fuerza apuntando al cielo. Con el tiempo, terminará coronándose de una espléndida espiga. Aprended del trigo, hijos míos.

Whatever had made those marks seemed to have come out of the water.

Another werewolf thing. Like most animals, we spent a large part of our lives engaged in the three Fs of basic survival. Feeding, fighting and... reproduction.

We're not naked, we're skyclad!

It was awful. It was, like, walk out to the woods, Change, stand there until enough time passed, Change back. It was about as much fun as taking a shit. Nice analogy.

He stood and inhaled, then walked a few more feet, stooped, and prodded a chunk of rabbit fur. "I'm definitely thinking something with more body parts," I said. "Like a head." He gave a snort of a laugh. "It's probably around here somewhere, but I suppose you want the parts attached, too.

I have to. I've been fighting it all night. I'm going to lose. My battle is as futile as a woman feeling the first pangs of labor and deciding it's an inconvenient time to give birth. Nature wins out. It always does.

Wild dogs? Or just Clayton? -Nick Sorrentino (Bitten)

so, when I spotted a cougar stretched out on a thick pine tree branch near the park gates, I wasn't surprised. I can't say the same for the women clinging to the branch above the cat. she was the one screaming. The cougar-a ragged-ear old top I clled Marv-just stared at her, like he couldn't believe anyone would be dumb to climb a tree to escape a cat.

Also, the killing of small animals is the entrance ramp onto the serial killer superhighway. Damn. I bet the cat knows that. He picked me because I can't hurt him, or I'd be fulfilling my biological destiny. So I'm screwed. The cat stays. Unless you'll kill him...How does fifty bucks sound?

Suburbia: a place where they cut down trees and name streets in their memory.

Her niece had the parenting skills of a … Rose didn't even know how to finish that sentence. Any creature in nature so incapable of caring for its young would have died out centuries ago.

Only humans kill for sport.

Ochii lui se incrucisara cu ai mei, si am privit in ei, si am simtit ... nu stiu ce am simtit. Ceva staniu , greu de denumit , despre care nici nu-mi puteam da seama daca era ceva bun sau ceva rau, doar il simteam in maruntaie, tresaltand si rasucindu-se , pana cand mi-am intors capul si m-am uitat spre padure.

The truth is, if a werewolf behaved like this psychopath it wouldn't be because he was part animal, but because he was still too human. Only humans kill for sport.

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be What thou art promised. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness." One of the cows mooed appreciatively.