Quotes About Nature

If we had never seen fishes, we should be at a loss to understand how any living beings could exist In the sea.

God has not regulated the laws of nature to meet the demands of human vanity." The Spirits' Book

Trees are like people. We're alive, then we're memories, then we're not even that.

Let the straight flower bespeak its purpose in straightness - to seek the light. Let the crooked flower bespeak its purpose in crookedness - to seek the light. Let the crookedness and straightness bespeak the light.

The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. That's what poetry does.

We're all golden sunflowers inside.

No monster vibration, no snake universe hallucinations. Many tiny jeweled violet flowers along the path of a living brook that looked like Blake's illustration for a canal in grassy Eden: huge Pacific watery shore, Orlovsky dancing naked like Shiva long-haired before giant green waves, titanic cliffs that Wordsworth mentioned in his own Sublime, great yellow sun veiled with mist hanging over the planet's oceanic horizon. No harm.

We're all golden sunflowers inside.

Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?

When I was green and blossomed in the Spring I was mute wood. Now I am dead I sing.

Though snails are exceedingly slow, There is one thing I'd like to know. If I out run 'em round the yard, How come they beat me to the chard?

So how could you ever eat another strawberry and not know that God loves you? I want you to think about that every time you eat a strawberry. Do you hear me?

A father is the template of a man Nature gives a girl

Sweet peas were the kind of flowers fairies slept in.

Outside, with Labor Day having come and gone, summer is fighting a dying battle against the fall air. The leaves are hanging perilously on the trees, knowing full well they're going to make the plunge, clinging on as if they stand a chance not to. The garbage smell that has wafted around us for the better part of August is dissipating, ushered out with the humidity, and in its place a briskness is filtering in, like something you'd smell from a bottle of Tide.

The sun will sink lower soon enough, turning the fields into open black space, ushering another day out, another day in--one after the next.

So you're Zach." Townsend didn't even try to hide the judgement in his voice as he looked Zach up and down in some sort of silent but dangerous examination. Zach huffed but smiled. "so you're Townsend." The two of them stared for a long time, wordless. It felt like I was watching a documentary on the Nature Channel, something about alpha males in the wild.

That wasn't your mom in you—that was your dad.

I'll catch something to cook in the morning. I don't think we're far from the river. There will be fish." "You can do that?" Logan eyed her. Maddie eyed him back, a little offended. "I caught a Russian killer." Logan ate another berry. "Point taken.

And if you see a bear -" "It's more afraid of me than I am of it," Logan filled in, but Maddie stopped short. "No." She shook her head and looked at him like he might be a moron, which he probably was, "It's not afraid of you. It's a bear! So back away slowly and hope it doesn't want to kill you. Because it can without breaking a sweat." Logan studied her face, then nodded slowly. "Killer bears. Check.

The sun is at the horizon now, and the sky streaks with reds and golds. The whole world seems to be wearing a halo, and for a second I let myself savor it. I let myself believe. Alexei's arm is warm around my shoulder and a cool breeze blows in off the sea. Between us, we speak seven different languages, but not a one of us says a word. We sit in silence as the sun sets, marking the end of this day. Marking the beginning of everything else.

Keep an eye out for caves," she told Logan. "And sometimes you can crawl into the big trees, nest in around the roots. But we have to be careful." "Because of bears?" Logan asked. "And wolves," she said. "Wolves like places like that." "Oh. There are wolves now. Yay," Logan said.

Dear Logan, Alaska's really big. And really pretty. It's also really lonely. Sometimes I ask Dad why we're here and he says it's for our health. Or because I'm almost old enough that he was going to have to "beat the boys off with sticks" if we'd stayed in DC. I don't think that's it, though. But if it is, he's found the place where the stick-to-boy ration is probably the highest on earth. Maddie

Alex never killed hares.