#natur

Hunters will tell you that a moose is a wily and ferocious forest creature. Nonsense. A moose is a cow drawn by a three-year-old. ↗

— Bill Bryson

#nature #travel-writing #humor

We love reproducing. It’s one of our favorite things. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#dystopia #human-nature #humor #reproduction #shadowhunters

The crickets sounded like maybe in the trees. They were pretty loud to be so unsure of themselves.
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— Jarod Kintz

#loud #maybe #nature #noise #self-esteem

I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part of God. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#nature

...Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#cocaine-and-ambition #john-watson #sherlock-holmes #nature

The mature man lives quietly, does good privately, takes responsibility for his actions, treats others with friendliness and courtesy, finds mischief boring and avoids it. Without the hidden conspiracy of goodwill, society would not endure an hour. ↗

— Kenneth Rexroth

#society #nature

Is he following? Can you have a flaming gay moment or something and check?" "Why do I have to be the flaming gay one? ↗

— Finn Marlowe

#funny #intense #m-m-romance #supernatural #funny

I’ve read about this in books, imagined it in my mind countless times since I’ve been here, but to actually witness it is something entirely different. I thought I was prepared, but nothing—no amount of book learning or supposed life experience or bravado—can make you invulnerable to the sight of a vampire drinking blood. ↗

— Melika Dannese Lux

#corcitura #madelaine-bradburry #reality #revelations #stefan-belododia

Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing through. His voice is deep, then he lifts it until it seems to fall from the sky. I am thrilled. I am grateful. Then, by the end of morning, he's gone, nothing but silence out of the tree where he rested for a night. And this I find acceptable. Not enough is a poor life. But too much is, well, too much. Imagine Verdi or Mahler every day, all day. It would exhaust anyone. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#birdsong #music #nature #serenity #spring

He was the ultimate experiment in Nature Versus Nurture, and she imagined he must be engaged in a constant battle between what he was and what he wanted to be. ↗

— Larissa Ione

#experience