Quotes About Nature

Brother, I would thy wit were like thy spear! But Nature wills not one man should be wise In all things; each must seek his separate prize. And thine is battle pure. There comes this word

But I know their disposition and nature; they will rather die; for among virtuous men, disgrace is considered before life.

Truth is simple by nature in the telling, and justice needs no cunning gloss of sophistries. It has a right measure of its own; but the argument that is unjust is sick in nature, and so needs the medicine of clever words.

Speak to me, wood pigeon. I need your voice.

But I know that the body I inhabit will only take so much, can only go so far. Rocks, stones, even the leaning twisting trees, all are harder and more enduring. The stones have weight and mass, and agonised trees are rooted deep in the craggy soil.

When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.

She's like snow in Russian, said Anna. Snow in the evening when the sun sets and it looks like Alpengluhen, you know? And if snow had a scent it would smell like that [the rose]....

The garden looks wonderful, Mama, I would always say when we arrived back at the house. It's chaos, darling. I like chaos.

I want to touch you in real time not find you on YouTube, I want to walk next to you in the mountains not friend you on Facebook.

I have to ask, Autumn." He reached

You could appreciate the beauty of the world by trying to paint it.

Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.'--William Boot

a sigh fit for the pillow, the sinking firelight, and a bedroom window open to the stars and the whisper of bare trees.

The way ran zigzag through a forest of pine which the bitter wind, still that morning, had turned to ice; every bough was adorned with lines of stalactite which shivered and glittered in the morning sun; every needle had a brilliant, vitreous case and when she flicked her whip at a wayside shrub she brought down a tinkling shower of ice-leaves, each the veined impression of its crisp, green counterpart.

It (modernization) is just another jungle closing in.

Outside—and, in one or two places, inside—the rain fell in torrents.

There was one insect which buzzed in a particular manner. Listen, said Mr Bain one day, that is most interesting. It is what we call the 'six o'clock beetle', because he always makes that noise at exactly six o'clock. But it is now quarter past four. Yes, that is what is so interesting. At one time and another in the country I heard the six o'clock beetle at every hour of the day and night.

How good it is to sit in the shade and talk of love

Open country was easily reached in those days.

You'll understand why storms are named after people.

Amory selected a blade of grass and nibbled at it scientifically.

You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming.

The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.

She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself