Quotes About Flora

The nature of the place...whether high or low, moist or dry, whether sloping north or south, or bearing tall trees or low shrubs...generally gives hint as to its inhabitants.

lemon-mint monarda, which looks like purple pagodas and makes an effective insect repellent and a tangy tea; brown-eyed Susans, whose root juice the Cherokee used to treat earache;

I was more of, like, into butterflies, insects, playing out in the yard, planting flowers. I was really into plants.

He stood at the table facing Flora and blowing heavily on his tea and staring at her. Flora did not mind. It was quite interesting: like having tea with a rhinoceros.

The trouble about Mr Mybug was that ordinary subjects, which are not usually associated with sex even by our best minds, did suggest sex to Mr Mybug, and he pointed them out and made comparisons and asked Flora what she thought about it all.

An interesting survival of mediaeval superstition," commented Flora.

Natural selection has designed flowers to communicate with other species, deploying an astonishing array of devices—visual, olfactory, and tactile—to get the attention of specific insects and birds and even certain mammals.

Eighty percent of all that lives in Australia, plant and animal, exists nowhere else.

They owe this lavish abundance to the deep, loamy soils of their sheltered valleys, known locally as coves; to their warm, moist climate (which produces the natural bluish haze from which they get their name); and above all to the happy accident of the Appalachians' north—south orientation. During the last ice age, as glaciers and ice sheets spread down from the Arctic, northern flora all over the world naturally tried to escape southwards.

green fronds of a palm tree, while vivid indigo morning glories

Human beings make a strange fauna and flora. From a distance they appear negligible; close up they are apt to appear ugly and malicious. More than anything they need to be surrounded with sufficient space?space even more than time.

The historical circumstance of interest is that the tropical rain forests have persisted over broad parts of the continents since their origins as stronghold of the flowering plants 150 million years ago.

I have a deep and pathological obsession with trees and plants.

I have about 1,700 species of trees, almost everything that can grow in our climate.

You can see the goldenrod, that most tenacious and pernicious and beauteous of all New England flora, bowing away from the wind like a great and silent congregation.

There were monkeys from India and Bangladesh, musk oxen from Tibet, snakes and lizards from Thailand and Laos, wild dogs from Burma, birds from Vietnam and Indonesia, and bats from Wuhan and Guizhou.

Goodall fingered his chin, looking puzzled, as though he'd recently had a beard and someone had taken it while he wasn't looking.

The jungle is my least favourite environment. It's always damp, and everything tries to bite you, whether it's flora or fauna. But I think it's important to face your fears and not just go for the comfortable option.

utterly still—except that my fingers tightened around my dagger hilt—and make no sound. Meanwhile, footfalls pounded up a nearby staircase. "The villain!" continued the shrieker. "She broke in 'ere! My 'ot'ouse!" "Flora, calm yourself." Pertelote's weary voice. "She's long gone." Would that it were so.

What we have here is a very basic problem. The only way to make use of underground resources is to mine them, and if you mine them, they're going to damage the local flora and fauna. That's as true under the water as it is on land, but it hasn't stopped us - that is, mankind - from doing it over and over again. That's a fact. You just need to make a choice.

Where flowers degenerate man cannot live.

A barrel of laughs should be enough, but it's not. A good review is official and endures. A bad one is like a tub of Flora. It spreads easily and lasts for the whole festival.

Garden writing is often very tame, a real waste when you think how opinionated, inquisitive, irreverent and lascivious gardeners themselves tend to be. Nobody talks much about the muscular limbs, dark, swollen buds, strip-tease trees and unholy beauty that have made us all slaves of the Goddess Flora.

You ought to see it when it blooms, all dark red flowers from horizon to horizon, like a see of blood. Come the dry season, and the world turns the color of old bronze. And this is only hranna, child. There are hundred kinds of grass out there, grasses as yellow as lemon and as dark as indigo, blue grasses and orange grasses and grasses as rainbows.