Quotes About Nature

Even the mountains will be worn down with time

Even mountains are worn away by the wind, and no one can climb the same hill twice.

If you watch the wolf too hard," she muttered, "a mouse will bite you on the ankle.

The wolves had no notions of time the way men did, no reasons to divide a day into hours. The seasons were time enough for them, and the light and the dark. No need for more.

Quer seja o urso a vencer o lobo ou o lobo a vencer o urso, quem fica a perder é sempre o coelho.

The leaf lives its appointed time, and does not struggle against the wind that carries it away. The leaf does no harm, and finally falls to nourish new leaves. So it should be with all men. And women." Egwene

Teach him how you will, a pig will never play the flute.

The Way of the Leaf was a fine belief, like a dream of peace, but like the dream it could not last where there was violence. He did not know of a place without that. A dream for some other man, some other time. Some other Age perhaps.

You could cut down a tree with your axe," Raen said. "The axe does violence to the tree, and escapes unharmed. Is that how you see it? Wood is soft compared to steel, but the sharp steel is dulled as it chops, and the sap of the tree will rust and pit it. The mighty axe does violence to the helpless tree, and is harmed by it. So it is with men, though the harm is in the spirit.

Perhaps I also dwell too much on what is gone. And yet, the groves were beautiful.

Better to try understanding the sun than a woman

I have waited for the first rose of spring, and now I find it at my grandfather's fire.

She had a temper like a boar caught in briars at the best," Birgitte said softly to no one in particular. "Not at all like anyone close by.

A flower in a field of weeds was always a sight, but if you passed cultivated flower beds every day, none of them drew your notice.

yet not a quarter so well as you display yourself, for night-blooming dara lilies would weep with envy to see you stroll beside the moonlit water, as I would do, and make myself a bard to sing your praises by this very moon.

swimming naked in a river of fire churned to rapids by jagged boulders of ice.

You cannot make the land go against itself. Not for long; the land will rebel.

As well ask what sort of animal ivory comes from, or what kind of plant grows silk. Unless that comes from an animal, too." "I

A man is an oak, a woman a willow," the saying ran. The oak fought the wind and was broken, while the willow bent when it must and survived.

A light breeze caught the scent of roses and ruffled tall calma bushes with their big red or white blossoms.

The leaf lives its appointed time, and does not struggle against the wind that carries it away. The leaf does no harm, and finally falls to nourish new leaves. So it should be with all men. And women.

The pike does not ask the frog's permission before dining," as she remembered Lini saying.

Wolves lived in the moment; though they remembered the past and seemed to have an odd sense for the future, they didn't worry about either. Not as men did. Wolves ran free, chasing the winds. To join them would be to ignore pain, sorrow and frustration. To be free…

When the sun shines on you, it is my smile. When you hear the breeze stir through the apple blossoms, it is my whisper that I love you.