Quotes About Nature

The earth is mostly just a boneyard...but pretty in the sunlight.

I guess we could pile some rocks on her, Call said. I hate just to leave a body laying out. Woodrow, she's mostly et anyway, Gus said. Why spoil the buzzards' picnic?

Crowded up in a room, it was difficult for her to keep herself—on the grass, with the sky far above, it was easy.

All America lies at the end of the wilderness road, and our past is not a dead past, but still lives in us. Our forefathers had civilization inside themselves, the wild outside. We live in the civilization they created, but within us the wilderness still lingers. What they dreamed, we live, and what they lived, we dream.

If we know anything about man, it's that he's not pacific. The temptation to butcher anyone considered undesirable seems to be a common temptation, not always resisted.

All night Famous Shoes sat listening. He heard the plover cry several more times, and rejoiced. Men lied often, but the plover only lied when it had eggs to protect; if the plover's nest was near, then water, too, was near. In the morning they could drink.

There's nothing that sweetens the breath like a cedar toothpick, unless it's mint. And mint don't grow in these parts.

I don't know," Goyeto said. "This is not a very strong sun.

Though a Kickapoo, the man had respect for the old ways. He behaved like the old ones behaved; the old ones, too, would go to any lengths to learn some useful fact about the animals or the birds. They would figure that someone might need to know those facts; they themselves might not need to, but their children might, or their grandchildren might.

Looking at her, though, was like looking at the hills. The hills stayed as they were. You could go to them, if you had the means, but they extended no greeting.

On a world built to ordered specification, there was no logical reason for such a mountain to exist. Yet every world should have at least one unclimbable mountain.

Try to be mindful, and let things take their natural course. Then your mind will become still in any surroundings, like a clear forest pool. All kinds of wonderful, rare animals will come to drink at the pool, and you will clearly see the nature of all things. You will see many strange and wonderful things come and go, but you will be still. This is the happiness of the Buddha. —Ajahn Chah

With so much unknown in this life, how little it takes for a face, a grove of trees, an outcropping of stone to become familiar.

Out of town I could simply be , I could feel my self , firm and calm and unmalleable as I could not when I was in school or in any of the usual human communities that seemed to weaken or scatter me. I could sit for an hour in the rocks above the Knife River, asking for no more discourse than that water's monotonous gabble. I was an inward child, it was true, but beyond that, I felt a contentment outside human society that I couldn't feel within it.

The limitless, lowering sky, the long stretches of motionless empty prairie, the silence, complete right down to the absence of birdsong -- who knows what decides a man to leave most of his words unspoken?

If you don't like wind," Grandfather replied, "you don't like Montana. Because it blows here 360 days a year. Better get used to it.

När hösten kommer blir landskapet så stilla att det nästan dånar av stillhet. Och sådana höstdagar kan man höra en och annan ensam fågel skrika i stillheten som om den ropade av sorg över något förlorat.

O ser humano, esse estranho animal, balançando entre animal e esperança.

famous Japanese adage that is both edifying and rippingly depictive," said Drayton. "Carp eyes coming, fish eyes going . . ." "Soon will be the wind in the pines

Each species of wood has its own distinctive patterns and colors, which are revealed when the bowl is turned. —Philip Moulthrop

It's weird to live somewhere where you can't see the stars.

car. I headed down CA-116—the winding road

The sun light up a drop of dew The drop of dew soon dries You are the light of my eyes, my eyes I'm brought to life by you ...

Do you hear how the sand sings?