Quotes About Nature

A woman once described a friend of hers as being such a keen listener that even the trees leaned toward her, as if they were speaking their innermost secrets into her listening ears. Over the years I've envisioned that woman's silence, a hearing full and open enough that the world told her its stories. The green leaves turned toward her, whispering tales of soft breezes and the murmurs of leaf against leaf.

What a strange alchemy we have worked, turning earth around to destroy itself, using earth's own elements to wound it.

As for me, I have a choice between honoring that dark life I've seen so many years moving in the junipers, or of walking away and going on with my own human busyness. There is always that choice for humans.

It was amazing how flowers could grow in the damnedest places, but the Devlin weed patch had sprouted quite a wildflower in Faith.

But never had he felt more enthralled than he was right now, sitting beside Evie on a weathered old dock, with a blazing afternoon sun, almost brutal in its clarity, bathing everything in pure light. Sweat trickled down his back and chest from the steamy heat, and his entire body pulsed with life. Even his fingertips throbbed. It took all of his formidable self-control to prevent himself from pushing her down on the dock and spreading her legs for his entry.

It was amazing how flowers could grow in the damnedest places

He had to give it to nature, to the universe: it kicked ass.

She was independent by nature, but even the most independent person sometimes needed comfort

Something is happening, all right. But it's perfectly natural, Lily. Stop worrying and let me show you what it means to be a woman." Her

He had a tenderness in him, and a streak of poetry, and she knew he loved the land for far more than its ability to sustain him.

Steven raised himself on an elbow, plucked a daisy, and put it through Emma's loose braid. He continued until a trail of white flowers paraded from her scalp to the place beneath her breast where her hair made a coppery fan. His

the natural spillway where the branch and the

While appreciating the beauty around her, Eden considered the darkness that lay ahead.

Fire and falling water. Always the same, yet always changing.

The lush greenness of the pastures infused Shiloh. Overhead, she saw a red-tailed hawk flying in higher and higher circles in the sky. There were bluebirds everywhere, many of them sitting on fence posts. When they took off, that flash of brilliant blue always made her gasp with delight; it was almost an unearthly gorgeous color.

When you buried your child, was it like imparting your greatest treasure into the sanctity of nature? Love You More

Is your father really evil?" I heard myself ask. "Yes." "Because he drank, did drugs?" "No, honey. Because God made him that way, and he liked it. Your father had an excuse. My father doesn't.

It's human nature, Rainie. We're all looking for something to believe in, and someone to blame.

Man can progress as much as we want. Mother Nature still owns our ass.

Society speaks and all men listen, mountains speak and wise men listen

The further human society drifts away from nature, the less we understand interdependence .

The greatest problem for the human species, the solution of which nature compels him to seek, is that of attaining a civil society which can administer justice universally.

Language is an impure medium. Speech is public property and words are the soiled products, not of nature, but of society, which circulates and uses them for a thousand different ends.

In my afternoon walk I would fain forget all my morning occupations and my obligations to society.