Quotes About Nature

The storm starts, when the drops start dropping When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping.

And the turtles, of course...all the turtles are free, as turtles and, maybe, all creatures should be.

It's opener, out there, in the wide, open air.

Catch! calls the Once-ler. He lets something fall. It's a Truffula Seed. It's the last one of all! You're in charge of the last of the Truffula Seeds. And Truffula Trees are what everyone needs. Plant a new Truffula. Treat it with care. Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air. Grow a forest. Protect it from axes that hack. Then the Lorax and all of his friends may come back.

If you want to catch beasts you don't see every day, You have to go places quite out of the way, You have to go places no others can get to. You have to get cold and you have too get wet, too.

The Lorax: Which way does a tree fall? The Once-ler: Uh, down? The Lorax: A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful which way you lean.

I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues.

I speak for the trees!

And today the great Yertle, that Marvelous he, Is king of the Mud. That is all he can see. And the turtles of course... all the turtles are free As turtles and, maybe, all creatures should be.

I am the Lorax who speaks for the trees, which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please!

Flowers whisper "Beauty!" to the world, even as they fade, wilt, fall.

"Take your shoes off," purred the ocean waves.

The colors of a fresh garden salad are so extraordinary, no painter's pallet can duplicate nature's artistry.

Yearning for sun and starlight, roses and winter, together.

Some things can only be understood when you're in a tree house. With a pile of warm chocolate chip cookies. And a book.

unplug iPod music stops abruptly cricket song instead

To whoever invented fantasy, redwood trees, and apple pie for breakfast: well done.

A flock of geese leave their lake and take wing, turning to poems in the sky.

I've always said that one night, I'm going to find myself in some field somewhere, I'm standing on grass, and it's raining, and I'm with the person I love, and I know I'm at the very point I've been dreaming of getting to.

I once took a poo in the woods while hunched over like an animal. It was AWESOME.

I don't want to be stinky poo-poo girl, I want to be happy flower child.

You want hot days to get your fruit ripe but then you want it to cool off nicely at night so that the grapes stay on the vine longer and develop complexity.

The way sound travelled over a snow-covered forest was like nothing else. He missed that. Here in the city, often the sounds he heard only reminded him of the alien world he lived in.

It is in he nature of love, and in the nature of art, to be complex, disturbing, taxing.