Quotes About Nature

I aimed my flashlight at the ground—and leapt back, gasping. Incredibly, a human face seemed to be rising out of the earth.

A bird can be a bat. A bat can be a piece of floating plastic bag. Way of the world. To see things as other things.

How can you tell if a streak of light across the sky is sincere?

A falcon screamed down from above and speared one of the two, and peeled off to rise again before the survivor had time to evade or mourn the loss, as if there had always been one and not two. As if there had always only ever been one Strange Bird. But from above, even dying, the companion defiant, urging the last on, and blessing the bird that had caught her, for it was only acting as to its nature and there was no cruelty in that.

So she sang back silently to them, as a comfort, there in the cell, and when the moonlight lay thick and bright against the gritty cheek of the sand dune, the foxes would gambol and prance for the sheer delight of it and beckon her to join them, would let her into their minds that she might know what it was to gambol and to prance on those four legs, then these four legs, to see the world from a fox's level. It was almost like flying. Almost.

Most had bellies full of plastic. The plastic would grow and grow in their bellies until, years from now, as they mingled, as they drank expensive wine, their bellies would burst and out would come all the plastic, dribbling onto the floor. Pressing cool and bloody against some synthetic floor.

What was a person but someone who turned monstrous, anyway? What was a person, in Moss's experience, but a kind of demon.

None of us are changing. Everything is fine. Let's have a picnic.

For some reason, Area X was very hard on linguists, almost as hard as it was on priests.

I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds.

At present, I am mainly observing the physical motion of mountains, water, trees and flowers. One is everywhere reminded of similar movements in the human body, of similar impulses of joy and suffering in plants...

The world is always full of the sound of waves. The little fishes, abandoning themselves to the waves, dance and sing, and play, but who knows the heart of the sea, a hundred feet down? Who knows its depth?

If the peace lily stops flowering, just be patient. It will bloom again.

In fact, he was barely a man anymore. He was the devil. And sooner or later the devil destroyed everything in his reach. It was his nature.

Beauty brings copies of itself into being.

the Rev. Paul Ford climbed the hill and entered the Pendleton Woods, hoping that the hushed beauty of God's out-of-doors would still teh tumult that His children of men had wrought.

Impatience which would brook no opposition had been a part of John Pendleton's nature too long to yield very easily now to restraint

And David leaped, and laughed, and loved it all, nor was any of it strange to him. The birds, the treed, the sun, the brook, the scurrying little creatures of the forest of his. But the man- the man did not leap or laughed, though he, too, loved it all. The man was afraid.

Oh, but it wouldn't be a useless walk, sir. Father said nothing was useless that helped to keep us in tune, you know. In tune! I mean, you looked as father used to look sometimes, when he felt out of tune. And he always said there was nothing like a walk to put him back again. I—I was feeling a little out of tune myself to-day, and I thought, by the way you looked, that you were, too. So I asked you to go to walk.

Porque hubo un tiempo en el que yo también estuve en un valle verde y luminoso, fácil a la mano.

las chicharras eran las únicas que agradecían al sol que llegara a la mitad del cielo. Nadie miraba las lagartijas tornasoles

Usted conoce México? Pues Gabriel es como México, lleno de montañas y de valles inmensos… Siempre hay sol y los árboles no cambian de hojas sino de verdes…

Y el «Jarabe» llenó las copas de los arboles, avanzó alegre por el corredor y subió por los aires hasta el cielo.

La tierra de los jardines estaba pareja y las plantas, intactas.