Quotes About Nature

cold nights without streetlights walking to the sea perhaps

6 a.m. scrabbling at the earth

and working with the same bewitched slightly off-hand look as the sea

they say the herons used to hang like lamps here giving off gloom

Three people in the snow getting rid of themselves breath by breath

and every six seconds a blackbird

and the hour is quickened by crows

three people in raincoats losing their tracks in the snow walking as far as the edge and back again with the trees exhausted tapping at the sky

Autumn is the season when you know what's coming next is harder than what is now. In pale spring you look forward to bright summer; in hot summer to the cool of fall; in winter to the hope of spring. In fall, you watch what you have blow away.

To feel the sun and see the orange light leak through the skin of my eyelids is copacetic-squared. Sight

Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.

I don't call myself a Buddhist. I'm a free spirit. I believe I'm here on earth to admire and enjoy it that's my religion.

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.

In search of my mother's garden, I found my own.

Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.

In nature, nothing is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways and they're still beautiful.

Horses make a landscape look beautiful.

In search of my mother's garden, I found my own.

Somewhere under the hurricane a sea turtle rows through silence.

Los granos de maíz que están en las mazorcas, las estrellas que nos miran desde el cielo, las pepas que están en los taxos, los pétalos que aparecen en las flores, todo lo que es posible imaginar, hasta las piedras, están vivas, tan vivas como tú y yo.

Que todo tiene su orden, su razón y su porqué. Que no es Pachacamac ni es Contiki Viracocha Pachayachachig, sino son los mismos hombres los que alteran todo y viven en continua lucha con la pacha mama.

That the winter snow is less deep than it was when we were children, the crabs fewer under the rocks by the shore, the birds at dawn too quiet, the forest oddly lonesome. That the weather and seasons have become strangers to us. And that we, the human species, are in one way or another responsible.

She'd assumed the prince was for show, and the frog was their true nature being revealed. What if they actually were Princes? And something I did changed them?