#nature

Because she was looking down and focusing her attention so precisely, Alice lost track of time and of herself. She wouldn't be able to put it into words, except to say she felt removed from the world. Or just at its edge. At the edge of the wild and beautiful world. She felt small, too. But part of something large. She was happy. ↗

— Kevin Henkes

#interconnectedness #nature #beauty

I had some terrific experiences in the wilderness since I wrote you last - overpowering, overwhelming," he gushed to his friend Cornel Tengel. "But since then I am always being overwhelmed. I require it to sustain life. Everett Ruess ↗

— Jon Krakauer

#nomad #overwhelmed #vagabond #vagabond-for-beauty #wanderer

True joy of nature is when every drop of water shines like a pearl. ↗

— Anamika Mishra

#beauty-in-nature #nature #beauty

Sophie picked her way through the forest, stepping over tree roots, and pushing aside low-lying branches, letting them snap back behind her with reckless abandon. The sun barely squeaked through the canopy of leaves above her, and down at ground level, it felt more like dusk than midday. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#beauty

Does anything in nature despair except man? An animal with a foot caught in a trap does not seem to despair. It is too busy trying to survive. It is all closed in, to a kind of still, intense waiting. Is this a key? Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go. ↗

— May Sarton

#nature #pain #strength #survival #business

Caelum non animum mutant qui trans mare currunt. (They change their sky, not their soul, who rush across the sea.) ↗

— Horace

#climate #nature #sky #soul #travel

Jealousy is a strange transformer of characters. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#change #character #jealousy #nature #transformation

How lucky country children are in these natural delights that lie ready to their hand! Every season and every plant offers changing joys. As they meander along the lane that leads to our school all kinds of natural toys present themselves for their diversion. The seedpods of stitchwort hang ready for delightful popping between thumb and finger, and later the bladder campion offers a larger, if less crisp, globe to burst. In the autumn, acorns, beechnuts, and conkers bedizen their path, with all their manifold possibilities of fun. In the summer, there is an assortment of honeys to be sucked from bindweed flowers, held fragile and fragrant to hungry lips, and the tiny funnels of honeysuckle and clover blossoms to taste. ↗

— Miss Read

#children #country #countryside #nature #plants

There are two possibilities. People change or maybe they do not change, they are just clearer who they really are. ↗

— Cynthia Rusli

#hurt #life #change

One of the penalties of an ecological education is that one lives alone in a world of wounds. Much of the damage inflicted on land is quite invisible to laymen. An ecologist must either harden his shell and make believe that the consequences of science are none of his business, or he must be the doctor who sees the marks of death in a community that believes itself well and does not want to be told otherwise. ↗

— Aldo Leopold

#nature #science #business