My Favourite Nature Stories Quotes
My Favourite Nature Stories
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“Once you have lived with mountains, there is no escape. You belong to them.”
― My Favourite Nature Stories
― My Favourite Nature Stories
“Happy the cicadas, for they have voiceless wives!’ To which I would respond by saying: ‘Pity the female cicadas, for they have singing husbands!”
― My Favourite Nature Stories
― My Favourite Nature Stories
“forward to another great day on the planet Earth. We must cherish each day as though it is our last.”
― My Favourite Nature Stories
― My Favourite Nature Stories
“Odd, how some little incident, some snatch of conversation comes back to one again and again in the most unlikely places.”
― My Favourite Nature Stories
― My Favourite Nature Stories
“When I was only 17, I wanted desperately to be a writer. My early efforts did not meet with much success, and my relatives discouraged me. At that time I was living and working in the Channel Islands in the UK. Late one evening, when I was feeling particularly discouraged, I went for a walk along the seafront. The tide was in, the sea was rough; and the wind, which was almost a gale, came pouring in from the darkness like a mad genie just released from his bottle. Great waves crashed against the sea-wall, and the wind whipped the salt spray across my face. I was alone in a wild wasteland of wind and water. And then something touched me, something from the elements took hold of my heart, and all the depression left me, and I felt free and as virile as the wind— quite capable of building my own fort, my own pavilion of words. And I spoke to the genie in the swirling darkness and said, ‘I will be a writer, and no one can stop me!”
― My Favourite Nature Stories
― My Favourite Nature Stories
“That first day at school, maybe an agonising parting from your parents. The face of a loved one lost. A pullover knitted by your granny. A favourite toy. A doll, perhaps. A book of rhymes, tattered and torn. Someone who gave you a flower, a kiss on the forehead. To the end of your days you will carry that kiss with you. And may it protect you from all harm.”
― My Favourite Nature Stories
― My Favourite Nature Stories
