Quotes About Nature

Si on pouvait seulement aller jusqu'au saule !

L'histoire a une morale ; proférée par Amédée, elle est animale. « Voilà : la vie était devant eux. Ah, j'étais sans souci de ce côté. La vie était devant eux parce qu'ils s'aimaient et surtout parce qu'ils s'aimaient comme des gens libres. Vous

Aubignane, like a small wasps' nest, was stuck against the salient of the plateau. It was true that only three persons remained there. A grassless slope went down from the village. Almost at the bottom, there was a patch of soft earth and the wiry hair of a stunted osier bed. Below was a narrow valley with a little water.

Panturle was a huge man. He looked like a piece of wood walking along.

Il s'appelait le Louis. Crevé, fin crevé. La gerbe tremblait au bout de sa fourche, et toujours à s'en prendre au bon dieu. Comme si c'était lui, le responsable ! Au fond, c'était peut-être la première fois qu'il travaillait.

They went down to the stream. It was all bearded with dirty grasses and was grumbling, for the rains had filled it with water. So it complained. It complained of being too fat. It was never satisfied. In summer it spent its time moaning that it was going to die, and then...Streams were always like that.

He walked briskly.    He was all wrapped up in his joy.    He was filled with songs, packed in his throat and pressing against his teeth. He puckered up his lips.    It was a joy of which he wanted to savour all the smell and taste the juice as long as possible, like a sheep eating grass in the evening among the hills. He went on like that, until the beautiful silence had settled within him and around him, like a meadow.

Si on pouvait seulement aller jusqu'au premier peuplier ! Le voilà ; puis le deuxième, le troisième !

The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life.

We all know here that the law is the most powerful of schools for the imagination. No poet ever interpreted nature as freely as a lawyer interprets the truth.

This woman could call upon the earth and the heavens to do her bidding. But she gave up her power to be human. Write this into your record, Judge—this Ondine was the most human human being that ever lived. She was human by choice.

We knew a flood was inconvenient and destructive. At the same time we couldn't help but feel a peculiar sort of delight that something beyond us was large enough to destroy the inexorability of our routines.

She doesn't scream, but she groans and the sounds she makes are beyond the pain and work of labor, beyond human—or even animal—life. They are the sounds that move the earth, the sounds that give voice to the deep, violent fissures in the bark of the redwoods. They are the sounds of splitting cells, of bonding atoms, the sounds of the waxing moon and the forming stars.

Beyond us I could see the mountains rising blue and hazy, and I knew I had only to cross them and keep on walking to catch up with all my dreams.

Each … breeze," he says, watching the ripple of the bright, unfurling leaves, "will be me, missing. You." Smiling

Instinct is older than paper, wilder than words.

Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man.

In the savage horde the most vagabond, as well as in the most civilized nations of Europe, man is only what he is made to be by external circumstances; he is necessarily elevated by his equals; he contracts from them his habits and his wants; his ideas are no longer his own; he enjoys, from the enviable prerogative of his species, a capacity of developing his understanding bu the power of initiation, and the influence of society.

Although modesty is natural to man, it is not natural to children. Modesty only begins with the knowledge of evil.

Welcoming, openness, is the nature of life.

The eye of the trilobite tells us that the sun shone on the old beach where he lived; for there is nothing in nature without a purpose, and when so complicated an organ was made to receive the light, there must have been light to enter it.

Jean Louis Rodolphe Agassiz

The earth we leave is beautiful and rich; it gave us all we needed for all the generations we have lived.

Very often people come up with spiritual beliefs to answer questions. Why did my child get sick? Why did the rain come and flood the river? People don't--and still don't--have those answers, so we try to come up with reasons.