Quotes About Nature

The sun was shining, and there, right there on the side of the road, was a flower stand, a homemade wooden table covered with painted tins of lupine and cream-colored roses. For a few minutes on that sun-drenched road, I believed that God might be working her magic.

The things that brought me the most comfort now were too small to list. Raspberries in cream. Sparrows with cocked heads. Shadows of bare limbs making for sidewalk filigrees. Roses past their prime with their petals loose about them. The shouts of children at play in the neighborhood, Ginger Rogers on the black-and-white screen.

The light is amber, the air still; the daylilies have folded in on themselves. Soon, the hooded blue of dusk will fall, followed by the darkness of night and the sky writing of the stars, indecipherable to us mortals, despite our attempts to force narrative upon them.

The seasons tell us, everything in organic life tells us, that there is no holding on; still, we try to do just that. Sometimes, though, we learn the kind of wisdom that celebrates the open hand.

If a summer were a girl, she'd always be lying stretched out in the grass in a long white dress, her arms over her head, her eyes half closed.

Willow trees dipped their bare branches into pond water like girls testing the temperature with their toes.

There are moments when we think nature happens just for us, and there are other moments when the ridiculousness of that notion is revealed.

Never think winter will last when spring is equally inevitable.

He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the good place, and a heart-shaped leaf lay trapped in the hollow if his throat as though it were planned, though of course it was so perfect it couldn't have been planned.

For everything there truly is a season; if his life's work has not taught him that, it has taught him nothing. The birth of spring, the fullness of summer, the push of glory in the fall, the quiet of winter.

That summer rain I mean that is so quiet and matter of fact and falls straight down like a curtain. Now

When my submission has been claimed, no longer in the name of love and friendship but by reason of some right or power, I have drawn upon the strength that is buried in my nature, I have straightened my shoulders and thrown off the yoke. I alone know the latent force hidden within me. I alone know how much I grieve and suffer and love. —George Sand

It is early morning; outside, the sky is dark and the trees move dramatically in the wind. Soon a storm will come. I want to live to see it. This is the way of nature: to persuade us around one more bend, to beckon us to behold one more vista.

Instinctively, the spider spins the web; just as automatically, the human shields the heart.

I LIKE WHEN YOU WALK far enough that a kind of relaxation happens and you can be inside the rhythm of your feet. Your brain shifts like a car; you settle down, look around, and feel ah. In a more slow-motion way, you see where you are. And where I am is outside and free, on a summer day. There are times you know

You know that hormones will course through you, whispering commands; that the pull of the moon will be shared by you and the ocean and the minds of wild things.

He's Nola's blossoms, and he's ready.

Birds are everywhere, singing their hearts out every morning, including a bachelor mockingbird, who courts the ladies with his playlist of imitative calls.

It's good to see untended things thriving.

Outside, it snowed; fat, lazy flakes, drifting with soft intention toward the place they were meant to land.

Go about your business in the best way you know how, and love will find you. You know what they say: It's like a butterfly—you do better letting it land on you than trying to capture it.

Earth's the right place for love.

Working in the garden shows me the naturalness of it all, helps me to see that as much as I might resist the notion, I'm only one part of a bigger picture.

I sit in some long grass, watch for a while to see if I can find some ants working. The thing about watching ants is, you see some order and elegance to the whole works. And also is it a time of you wondering who is higher, really. But