Quotes About Nature

Maybe my parents had it right, and all kids need is love, fresh air and a bit of healthy neglect.

The cold from the rock seeped through her coat and into her bones.

Perez might irritate the shit out of him, but he was the best judge of character Taylor knew. He watched men like David Attenborough watched animals.

Ashworth drove carefully up the track and through the ford towards the forest.

Science has carried us to the gateway to the universe. And yet our conception of our surroundings remains the disproportionate view of the still-small child. We are spiritually and culturally paralyzed, unable to face the vastness, to embrace our lack of centrality and find out actual place in the fabric of nature.

Sitting on the back of my motorbike going from west to east through Mongolia was one of the most inspiring and awesome experiences I've ever had. There was so little influence of the western world.

The Westerns I like aren't really comedies. I'm drawn to the scope of them and the land as a central character.

Your landscape in a western is one of the most important characters the film has. The best westerns are about man against his own landscape.

Westerns give people a chance to see wide-open spaces and life before technology took over.

Traditional westerns typify some of the hardships men face: you have to be rugged, silent, stoic. It's a man against nature, against the world.

I intend, before the endgame looms, to die sitting in a chair in my own garden with a glass of brandy in my hand and Thomas Tallis on the iPod. Oh, and since this is England, I had better add, 'If wet, in the library.' Who could say that this is bad?

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

It takes between three and six hours to make each snowball, depending on snow quality. Wet snow is quick to work with but also quick to thaw, which can lead to a tense journey to the cold store.

If I were running the world I would have it rain only between 2 and 5 a.m. Anyone who was out then ought to get wet.

My greatest pleasure is going out on a horrible, cold, wet January morning to pick the vegetables for our Sunday lunch, putting them in a muddy pile on the table, and then spending 45 minutes washing and preparing them. I like doing it because it's so different to what I do in the week. The same holds for cleaning the car or shining my shoes.

A living tree is a changing, sleeve shape, a wet, thin, bright green creature that survives in the thin layer between heartwood and bark. It stands waiting for light, which it catches in the close-woven sieves of its leaves.

All of us from fertile egg to embryo to corpse, are exactly that: warm, wet, furry animals compelled by the sexuality of our forefathers and foremothers to be, either directly or indirectly, our own exciting and excitable, provocative and provocable selves.

You know the thing I liked about fishing when I was 14 was being out with your mates mucking about, throwing bread around, getting a bit wet maybe.

A week of sweeping fogs has passed over and given me a strange sense of exile and desolation. I walk round the island nearly every day, yet I can see nothing anywhere but a mass of wet rock, a strip of surf, and then a tumult of waves.

There's big granite walls up toward the Argentine border, but the weather's serious, and a lot of the rock is mossy and wet.

I actually don't think Ireland has a summer. I never experienced a summer there. It was just so wet.

Put someone on a horse looking cold and wet, and they don't have to act. They just are cold and wet.

For my part, I hold it equally impossible for a small shellfish to be produced without generation as for a whale to have its origin from the mud.

The whale is endangered, while the ant continues to do just fine.