#natur

Throughout the hours of the night, though there had been few to hear it, the whole sky had been loud with the singing of these constellations. ↗

— Thornton Wilder

#nature #nightsky #stars #beauty

The path turned a hard right and then dumped into a rocky stream. It looked as if a giant had tossed white boulders and the rocks the way children toss marbles. They lay in scrambled heaps, some as large as carriages, others the size of chamber pots. A weak stream trickled around them. ↗

— Eloisa James

#beauty

The ancient rhythms of the earth have insinuated themselves into the rhythms of the human heart. The earth is not outside us; it is within: the clay from where the tree of the body grows. ↗

— John O'Donohue

#nature #one #beauty

Design in nature is but a concatenation of accidents, culled by natural selection until the result is so beautiful or effective as to seem a miracle of purpose. ↗

— Michael Pollan

#natural-selection #beauty

Nature’s beauty attracts me more than the beauty of a woman because nature will never betray me while she can. ↗

— Arnab Kumar Roy

#nature #beauty

We are not special. We are not innovative. We do not push the limits. We are small. Pathetic. Infinity lies before us. Right in front of our eyes. Look up! It's right there! Taunting you with its blue beauty. Space; an endless continuum to explore. And we choose to stay here. We are that scared nerdy kid in his apartment on Friday nights. We are not living. We are regressing. Inventing the wrong things...to steer us away from the real entertainment. Nature, space, the heavens. ↗

— B.S. Wood

#cosmos #exploration #explore #nasa #nature

Don’t trust anybody else—no matter how close you are to them.” (Eric) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#fiction #paranormal-romance-series #supernatural #trust #young-adult

Identity was everything, but it seemed I never had one. (Jessica) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#fiction #identity #paranormal-romance #supernatural #young-adult

Suddenly I came out of my thoughts to notice everything around me again-the catkins on the willows, the lapping of the water, the leafy patterns of the shadows across the path. And then myself, walking with the alignment that only comes after miles, the loose diagonal rhythm of arms swinging in synchronization with legs in a body that felt long and stretched out, almost as sinuous as a snake…when you give yourself to places, they give you yourself back; the more one comes to know them, the more one seeds them with the invisible crop of memories and associations that will be waiting for when you come back, while new places offer up new thoughts, new possibilities. Exploring the world is one the best ways of exploring the mind, and walking travels both terrains. ↗

— Rebecca Solnit

#travel #walking #nature

If we learn to read the birds-and their behaviors and vocalizations-through them, we can read the world at large... if we replace collision with connection, learn to read these details, feel at home, relax, and are respectful--ultimately the birds will yield to us the first rite of passage: a close encounter with an animal otherwise wary of our presence. ↗

— Jon Young

#nature #home