Quotes About Nature

Sauvage, sombre, silencieuse Biche des bois toujours amoureuse

You interpret my heart, my nature, as you wish to believe it. In truth, I have no secret longing to be saved from myself.

Apaixonou-se por arvoredos, Pela solidão das terras nuas, Por noites de estrelas, pela lua.

O doce sopro da primavera, Que jardins e campos regenera! Será que agora todo prazer Me é estranho e tudo que anima, Tudo que brilha, alegra e sublima Só traz tédio, torpor, desprazer À minha alma, há muito já morta, À qual tudo é vão e nada importa?

Why should cattle have the gift of freedom? Their heritage from generation to generation is the belled yoke and the lash.

Allegiance to the sovereign or the people? Why should we care? To hell with it. By no one Held to account, to serve oneself alone, And please oneself, and breathe without delivering One's conscience, thoughts or neck to power or livery; To wander as one wishes, take one's fill Of nature's beauty, perfect art, and thrill – There's happiness!

September: it was the most beautiful of words, he'd always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.

I sometimes wish I had lived in my grandfather's time instead of today. The pattern of life was less complicated then. This was a cleaner, greener land, and a man who took to the highroad might breathe, instead of gasoline vapors, a forgotten boon called air.

Stand unshod upon it for the ground is holy, being even as it came from the Creator," Alan Paton wrote. "Keep it, guard it, care for it, for it keeps men, guards men, cares for men. Destroy it and man is destroyed."4

They drink blood, he tells me. Who? Leopards. Why? For fun. Leopard beer. He laughs.

A gray cloud swung its belly over the brush at the summit and fat drops of rain burst on the windscreen and splattered into the car and dotted up and down my arms. I hung out of the car and let the rain fall on my face.

He was as fragile as wood smoke, barely a memory against the landscape.

I landed on a carpet of moss and looked up at pieces of torn sky breaking through a dense roof of foliage.

squinting thousand-yard stare of a person who has lived both in bright sunshine and among crocodiles and hippos his whole life.

It is the infirmity of our nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than those who groan by our sides!

It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree.

We'll go where the air is pure, where all sounds are soothing, where, no matter how proud one may be, one feels humble and finds oneself small- in short, we'll go to the sea. I love the sea as one loves a mistress and I long for her when I haven't seen her for some time

the tree forsakes not the flower: the flower falls from the tree.

Oh, mankind, race of crocodiles! How well I recognize you down there, and how worthy you are of yourselves!

To despise flowers is to offend God.

The voice of human nature is nothing but one prolonged cry.

We shine like those fires and those stars; we sigh like those waves; we suffer like those great ships, which are worn out in ploughing the waves, in obeying the wind which urges them towards an end, as the breath of God blows us towards a port. Everything likes to live, Raoul; and everything is beautiful in living things.

Oh, count, have pity upon me. I am so unhappy.' 'I have known a man much more unfortunate than you, Morrel.' Impossible! 'Alas,' said Monte Cristo, 'it is the infirmity of our nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than those who groan by our sides!

And yet the two young people had never declared their affection; they had grown together like two trees whose roots are mingled, whose branches intertwine and whose intermingled perfume rises to the heavens.