Quotes About Nature

When spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time.

Las malas hierbas del desierto siguen con vida, pero la flor de primavera florece y se marchita. Qué gracia, qué dignidad, qué tragedia.

Tell your secret to the wind, but don't blame it for telling the trees." Tariq

Laila sat on the edge of the stream, dipping her feet into the cool water. Overhead, mosquitos hummed and cottonwood seeds danced. A dragonfly whirred nearby, Laila watched its wings catch glints of sunlight as it buzzed from one blade of grass to another. They flashed purple, then green, orange... Laila thought again about Babi's little dream. *Somewhere near the sea*.

Spune-i secretul t?u vântului, dar nu te-ntoarce împotriva lui fiindc? le-a spus copacilor.

Water evaporates from the leaves—Mammy, did you know?—the way it does from laundry hanging from a line. And that drives the flow of water up the tree. From the ground and through the roots, then all the way up the tree trunk, through the branches and into the leaves. It's called transpiration.

Ada sebongkah batu di pinggir ladangnya, dan dia duduk di permukaannya yang datar. Dia kerap duduk di sana selama satu jam lebih, menatap bintang-bintang, juga awan yang berarak melintasi bulan. Dia merenungi kehidupan panjangnya dan bersyukur atas kelimpahan dan rahmat yang diterimanya. Sungguh picik jika dia menginginkan lebih banyak, berharap lebih banyak.

Somewhere with trees," she said. "Yes. Lots of trees.

Pode contar seus segredos ao vento, mas, depois, não vá culpá-lo por contar tudo às árvores — disse a menina, batendo com o pé no chão.

Pân? am ajuns eu în pia??, soarele aproape coborâse în spatele dealurilor, iar amurgul picta cerul în purpuriu È™i roz.

Las malas hierbas del desierto siguen con vida, pero la flor de primavera florece y se marchita.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.' Such grace, such dignity, such a tragedy.

Because when the spring comes it melts the snow one flake at a time...

Not forever does the bulbul sing In balmy shades of bowers, Not forever lasts the spring Nor ever blossom the flowers. Not forever reigneth joy, Sets the sun on days of bliss, Friendships not forever last, They know not life, who know not this.

There is no crime in anyone's blood any more than there is goodness in the blood of others. Criminals are not born. They are made by hunger, want and injustice.

A full moon hung across the heavens like a pregnant belly.

Far beyond the trees, the sun peeked its carroty face over the dark blue water, sweeping away the silvery darkness.

Below us, the ocean moved like a giant dish of blue Jell-O under the sweeping winds.

the inherent adorableness of furry white bear cubs

Then the bear jumped on the tent.

Out there people are working and arguing and laughing, living their beautiful, terrible lives, falling in love and having babies and being bored out of their skulls and feeling depressed, then being consoled by some little thing like watching the patterns the light makes through the leaves of trees, casting shadows on the sidewalks. I remember the line from that poem now. Downward to darkness, on extended wings.

Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea.

car. Remembering her kneeling the dirt, planting morning glory seeds.

Crocuses shouted purple and white against the bright grass;