“The wild black scavengers of the skies laid their eggs in season and lovingly fed their young. They soared high over prairies and mountains and plains, searching for the fulfillment of that share of life's destiny which was theirs according to the plan of Nature. Their philosophers demonstrated by unaided 15 Animals reason alone that the Supreme Cathartes aura regnans had created the world especially for buzzards. They worshipped him with hearty appetites for many centuries.” WorldReasonYoungBlackAnimalDestinyPlansSkyShareCenturyMountainSeasonsPhilosopherSupremeFulfillmentEggsFedsAppetiteAurasPrairieHeartyBuzzards Author:Walter M. Miller, Jr.
“Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky, How beautiful it is? All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness There is a poem, there is a song. Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring. When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with The music of many leaves, Which in due season fall and are blown away. And this is the way of life.” WayBeautifulTimeSongFallWaitingGoneTreeSkySpringStandingSeasonsWinterDuesNakedBranchesLeafsJanuaryLife TimeBlown AwayFall Season Book:This Matter of Culture Source: This Matter of Culture
“Ingratitude is surely the chief of the intellectual sins of man. He takes his political benefits for granted, just as he takes the skies and the seasons for granted.” MenPoliticalSinSkyBenefitsIntellectualSeasonsChiefsGrantedIngratitude Author:Gilbert K. Chesterton
“It starts with the writing - which is really, really good. And the production values are phenomenal. HBO and Sky have spent money on it, and you get what you pay for. This has money put into it properly - not lavish amounts - but as each season is successful, they maintain the money that's being spent to maintain the quality.” WritingValuesPayQualitySuccessfulSkyAmountSeasonsProductionsPhenomenalHbo Author:Charles Dance
“The seasons do not push one another; neither do clouds race the wind across the sky. All things happen in their own good time.” HappensRaceSkyWindAll ThingsSeasonsCloudsThings HappenGood Times Author:Dan Millman
“The bowed head, the buried face. She is silent, she will never speak, never forgive, never reach a hand, never leave this frozen present tense. All waits, suspended. Suspended the autumn trees, the autumn sky, anonymous people. A blackbird, poor fool, sings out of season from the willows by the lake. A flight of pigeons over the houses; fragments of freedom, hazard, an anagram made flesh. And somewhere the stinging smell of burning leaves.” PeopleMadeHandsFacesHouseSpeakWaitingPoorTreeSkyFoolSeasonsForgivingSilentSmellFleshFlightBurningLakesAutumnBuriedFrozenFragmentsTenseHazardsSuspendedPigeonsNever ForgivePresent TenseBlackbirdsAnagrams Author:John Fowles
“And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing through a faint skin of dust, would stand the dandelion wine. Peer through it at the wintry day - the snow melted to grass, the trees were reinhabitated with bird, leaf, and blossoms like a continent of butterflies breathing on the wind. And peering through, color sky from iron to blue. Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in” ChildrenHandsLightCoursesMorningSunTreeSkyColorWindFlowerSummerBirdSkinsSeasonsBlueWineLipsGlassesTinySnowDustBreathingGrassIronButterflyContinentsSmallestPeersLeafsVeinsJuneGlowingGleamDandelions Book:Dandelion Wine Source: Dandelion Wine
“There are people who live lives little different than the beasts,and I don't mean that badly. I mean that they accept whatever happens day to day without struggle or question or regret. To them things just are, like the earth and sky and seasons.” PeopleMeanLittlesDifferentHappensEarthAcceptingStruggleSkyAcceptanceRegretSeasonsLive LifeBeastDay To DayWhatever HappensEarth And Sky Book:Wild Swan Source: Wild Swan
“...for those whose favorite season is autumn with its days of cloudless sky, of spacious and clear, far-flung panoramas - those who view nature with detachment, for whom nature's appeal is primarily pictorial, classicists as opposed to romanticists, perhaps. On such a day, one is usually excited, physically exhilarated, mentally stimulated. Only not much is left for the imagination.” FallLeftImaginationViewsClearSkySeasonsExcitedAppealsAutumnDetachmentPictorialPanoramaClassicists Author:Charlton Ogburn
“Who gave you the ability to contemplate the beauty of the skies, the course of the sun, the round moon, the millions of stars, the harmony and rhythm that issue from the world as from a lyre, the return of the seasons, the alternation of the months, the demarcation of day and night, the fruits of the earth, the vastness of the air, the ceaseless motion of the waves, the sound of the wind?” WorldInspirationEarthNightFaithCoursesStarsSoundAbilityMillionsSunIssuesAirSkyWindMonthsReturnMoonSeasonsHarmonyFruitRoundsWaveChristian InspirationalRhythmContemplatingDay And NightVastness Author:Gregory of Nazianzus
“The Haitians, who knew something about suffering and survival, had a beautiful phrase... The Translation is not perfect, but the nut of it was: 'The season of pain is never over until the sky begins to cry.” PainBeautifulSufferingPerfectSkyCrySurvivalSeasonsPhrasesNutsTranslationsNot Perfect Author:Rick Bragg
“Blue is the insides of something mysterious and lonely. I'd look at fish and birds, thinking the sky and water colored them. The first abyss is blue. An artist must go beyond the mercy of satin or water-from a gutty hue to that which is close to royal purple. All seasons and blossoms inbetween. Lavender. Theatrical and outrageous electric. Almost gray. True and false blue. Water and oil. The gas jet breathing in oblivion. The unstruck match. The blue of absence. The blue of deep presence. The insides of something perfect.” ThinkingFirstsLooksArtistWaterPerfectSkyBirdLonelyMercySeasonsBlueFishesOilAbsenceMysteriousBreathingGasGrayElectricRoyalAbyssOblivionPurpleOutrageousJetTheatricalHueSatinLavenderTrue And FalseBlue WaterSky And Water Author:Yusef Komunyakaa
“Windy or not, a day this beautiful has to be lived. The day is bright and clear, the sky blue, and the dry air feels light. A northerly wind stirs a primal urge to move. The geese feel it, and so do I. Perhaps it is a last internal vestige from a time, long ago, when we migrated with the seasons across open plains, following the animals we pursued for food. Perhaps that is why the sight of migrating geese arrests our attention, why we feel the pull. We want to go, to travel in fresh or moody weather, taking in each newly revealed vista.” WantFeelsLongLightLastsBeautifulMovingAnimalAttentionClearAirSkyWindSeasonsSightBlueFollowingWeatherDryInternalsUrgesLong AgoPursuedPrimalGeeseMoodyVistasWindy Author:Carl Safina