Quotes About Nature

Sommer ist nur das uneingelöste Versprechen des Frühling.

Twenty miles from the city a pair of enormous eggs, identical in contour and separated only by a courtesy bay

La vie reprend toujours avec le début de l'été.

Minute by minute the sweetness drained down into her out of the willow trees, out of the dark world.

E assim, com o sol brilhando e vendo uma imensa quantidade de folhas brotando nos galhos das árvores, no mesmo ritmo espantoso daqueles filmes em câmera acelerada, senti aquela familiar convicção de que, junto com o verão, a vida recomeçava.

Oh, Clara!' Amory said; 'what a devil you could have been if the Lord had just bent your soul a little the other way!

He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...

in the last of those days when the great gardener clipped the inferior roses to produce one perfect bud.

Y entonces, gracias al sol y a los increíbles brotes de hojas que nacían en los árboles, a la manera como crecen las cosas en las películas de cámara rápida, sentí la familiar convicción de que la vida estaba empezando de nuevo con el verano

Then for a moment they faded into the sweet darkness so deep that they were darker than the darkness, so that for awhile they were darker than the black trees- then so dark that when she tried to look up at him she could but look at the wild waves of the universe over his shoulder and say, 'Yes, I guess I love you too.

Y así, con la luz del sol y la explosión espléndida de las hojas que crecían en los árboles como crecen las cosas en las películas a cámara rápida, tuve la certeza bien conocida de que la vida vuelve a empezar con el verano.

For a full minute, our bowels were one with the bowels of the earth--like some nightmare attempt to attach our naval cords again and jerk us back to the womb of creation. -Cecelia Brady describing the earthquake

Bénis soient les morts sur qui tombe la pluie.

Old man and I had a long talk about the weather just now.

The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life. The silhouette of a moving cat wavered across the moonlight, and, turning my head to watch it, I saw that I was not alone—fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbour's mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars.

there are only a few obvious things that I notice as primarily beautiful: women, spring evenings, music at night, the sea;

an area so green and cool that the leaves and petals were curled with tender damp.

Le murmure de cette était comme un souffle de vie sous la pluie, et j'en savourai les modulations un instant, pour le seul plaisir de l'oreille, avant que le sens des mots ne m'atteigne. Une petite mèche détrempée glissait contre sa joue comme une trace de peinture bleue et quand je lui ai pris la main pour l'aider à descendre, elle brillait des perles d'eau.

Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring.

J'avais confondu jusque-là le murmure de la pluie et celui de leurs voix, croyant qu'elles s'élevaient parfois avec de petites bouffées d'émotion.

Albert and I would spend hours and hours looking at them. Cleo had this big magnifying glass on his desk, and we'd find centipedes and grasshoppers and beetles and potato bugs, ants . . . and put them in a jar and look at them. They have the sweetest little faces and the cutest expressions. After we'd looked at them all we wanted to, we'd put them in the yard and let them go on about their business.

Idgie smiled back at her and looked up into the clear blue sky that reflected in her eyes and she was as happy as anybody who is in love in the summertime can be.

Oswald welcomed the cooler weather because in the following days he discovered it brought winter sunsets, and the river sunsets were different from anything else he had ever seen. They mesmerized him.

If you cage a wild thing, you can be sure it will die, but if you let it run free, nine times out of ten it will run back home.