Quotes About Nature

We went to a small lake, Bass Lake. It was beautiful. It was perfectly still when we got there in the morning. The fog was lifting off the water. It was just magical. And we did catch some fish, 13 fish.

He looks out over his back yard, what's left of it. With the forest gone, the property looks smaller than sixty acres, stripped and shrunken like a dog in the bath. Behind the house, the crew left a single patch of grass, twenty foot square. Beyond lies a vast expanse of bare earth, dry and cocoa-colored, enclosed with chain-link fence. A bleak view, but not half as bad as what lies over the hill. The

I'm a typical middle child. I'm the mediator. The one that makes everything OK, puts their own needs aside to make sure everybody's happy. It's hard to change your nature, even with years and years of therapy.

Maybe, to do what you and I do, we have to have a little bit of the monster in us.

I smiled half a smile at her puppy antics, wondering what it would be like to be able to join her, to shed my human skin and the confines that went with it and just live in the moment as a wolf. What would I look like with four legs and fur—would I be light-colored like Katie, or a darker timber, like Dev? I wondered if I would be velvet black with ice-blue eyes, like Chase.

You should try getting some sleep." Sloane frowned. "Giraffes only sleep four and a half hours a day." -Sloane

And the girl who was there with them, Kaylie Rooney, she'd just gotten out of juvenile detention for arson. It was easier to deflect blame toward her than to try to pin it on nature.

No matter how sharp its edges, no knife could hold a candle to fang and claw.

He'd brought his 35 mm camera, the one he used to take photos on his birding trips, and was snapping pictures of it all.

The wind blew, rippling the water, making everything waver as if none of it were real.

It's odd, really. Trying to impose order on nature. The garden is a living, breathing thing; sometimes I'm quite sure it's got a mind of its own.

Some were taking this or that nervine cure-all, but the best nervine for a man who is not absolutely past repair, is to break away entirely from his calling or greed and camp out on the sea shore...and patiently wait for the return of good health." James Bradley

How to distinguish hysteria from wisteria, aftermath from ruin? There's no way to separate this evening from its dusk.

I remember running down a road on my way to a nursery of flowers. I remember her smile and her laugh when I was my best self and she looked at me like I could do no wrong and was whole. I remember how she looked at me the same way even when I wasn't. I remember her hand in mine and how that felt, as if something and someone belonged to me.

It's about the important things, like the way their face lights up when they laugh, or the way they move as they're walking towards you, or the way their freckles create a map of the stars.

Believe it or not, it's actually beautiful to some people.

He leans forward over the handlebars, eyes on me. "I'd go to Hoosier Hill with a beautiful girl.

As he talks, I lie back against the ground, the blanket wrapped around me, and say to the sky, "May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul, You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

But I can tell you what Libby's eyes look like. They are like lying in the grass under the sky on a summer day. You're blinded by the sun, but you can feel the ground beneath you, so as much as you think you could go flying off, you know you won't. You're warmed from the inside and from the outside, and you can still feel that warmth on your skin when you walk away.

On all sides of us, spread out below, are little white lights and black pockets of trees. Stars in the sky, star on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to admit it, but it's so beautiful. I feel the need to say something grand and poetic, but the only thing I come up with is "It's lovely." " 'Lovely' is a lovely word that should be used more often.

Even monkeys recognize each other

Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to say it, but it's beautiful. I feel the need to say something grand and poetic, but the only thing I come up with is 'It's lovely.' 'Lovely is a lovely word that should be used more often.

He smiles out at the ugly trees and the ugly farmland and the ugly kids as if he can see Oz. As if he can really, truly, see the beauty that's there.

On all sides of us, spread out below, are little white lights and black pockets of trees. Stars in the sky, stars on the ground. It's hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins. I hate to admit it, but it's beautiful.