Quotes About Nature

It is one of the blessings of wilderness life that it shows us how few things we need in order to be perfectly happy.

The best things in life are free

My way of life Is fall'n into the sear and yellow leaf.

The Learner must be led always from familiar objects toward the unfamiliar, guided along, as it were, a chain of flowers into the mysteries of life.

Life was never meant to be a struggle, just a gentle progression from one point to another, much like walking through a valley on a sunny day.

If you expect the world to be fair with you because you are fair, you're fooling yourself. That's like expecting the lion not to eat you because you didn't eat him.

Art is the flower... life the green leaf.

They found what some might call a preternatural silence.

I think now, so late, too late, of the neighbor's lawn service, using leaf blowers to release herbicide all over their lovely roses. How all of that invisible death didn't disappear into the air. How it coated us, all of us, and that holding pond. How it masked us from ourselves. How it shone through us and we didn't even know it.

I walked outside, into the welter of the stinging water, the gusting pockets of wind.

The hairline cracks pushing out from that space resembled the roots of a plant.

I remember thinking that I might be talking to the animals by the next morning. I might be rolling in the dirt, laughing hysterically under that merciless blue sky. Or I might find the brightness rising curious out of the top of my head, like a periscope—independent and lively, with nothing left beneath it but a husk.

The trees are as sullen as ever, looking like hunched-over priests with long beards of moss, or as Grace says, less respectfully, "Like a line of used-up old drug addicts.

it could take days before you knew that a Vegan round was germinating inside you, and weeks before your body began to blossom into death.

It wasn't true wilderness, was comfortingly close to civilization, but existed just enough apart to create a boundary. This was what most people wanted: to be close to but not part of . They didn't want the fearful unknown of a "pristine wilderness". They didn't want a soulless artificial life, either.

the trees were putting on their September garments, brown and red and yellow

Jeff VanderMeer

fighting the same savage battles with the giant rabbits for each other's carrion

Since Borne never displayed any kind of threatening behavior, I never thought to take him as a threat. Even calling Borne a "he" began to feel faintly ridiculous as he didn't exhibit the aggression or self-absorption I expected from most males. Instead

I had the unsettling thought that the natural world around me had become a kind of camouflage.

Democracy is not enough because it is never really Democracy. The -ism that will fix this has not been written down because it exists in what remains of the world beyond us and we cannot read that language. So we are left with flawed ways of thinking, mechanical ways, that work against the very organic nature of our brains. We have built so many toxic constructs, we cannot see through the latticework.

Jonathan shuddered. There were birds in his head now, as if escaping from the empty feeders above their heads. Ghost birds. Fluttering around inside his skull, and he could not get them out. Yet still he went on, wanting to burst through the nettle and tall trees, find a copse and feel the sunlight on his face. It was getting colder and colder in the haunted mansion.

It was a feeling I often had when out in the wilderness: that things were not quite what they seemed, and I had to fight against the sensation because it could overwhelm my scientific objectivity.

Neanche la sua bellezza può essere compresa e, quando intravedi la bellezza nella desolazione, qualcosa dentro di te cambia. La desolazione cerca di colonizzarti