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“She is a Weyward. And she carries another Weyward inside her. She gathers herself together, every cell blazing, and thinks: Now.
The window breaks, a waterfall of sharp sounds. The room grows dark with feathered bodies, shooting through the broken window, the fireplace.
Beaks, claws, and eyes flashing. Feathers brushing her skin. Simon yells, his hand loosening on her throat.
She sucks in the air, falling to her knees, one hand cradling her stomach. Something touches her foot, and she sees a dark tide of spiders spreading across the floor. Birds continue to stream through the window. Insects, too: the azure flicker of damselflies, moths with orange eyes on their wings. Tiny, gossamer mayflies. Bees in a ferocious golden swarm.
She feels something sharp on her shoulder, its claws digging into her flesh. She looks up at blue-black feathers, streaked with white. A crow. The same crow that has watched over her since she arrived. Tears fill her eyes, and she knows in that moment that she is not alone in the cottage. Altha is there, in the spiders that dance across the floor. Violet is there, in the mayflies that glisten and undulate like some great silver snake. And all the other Weyward women, from the first of the line, are there, too.
They have always been with her, and always will be.”
― Emilia Hart, Weyward

“We are all equal in the face of nature.”
― Noah Hawley, Before the Fall

“The mountain pushed us off her knees.
And now her lap is full of trees.”
― Robert Frost, West-Running Brook

“[...] Je veux dire la secousse qui a éprouvé Lisbonne, en 1755.
- Excusez-moi.
- Eh bien Voltaire s'est élevé contre elle.
- C'est-à-dire... comment ? Il s'est élevé ?
- Il s'est révolté, oui. Il n'a pas admis cette fatalité brutale ; et le fait même, il s'est refusé à abdiquer devant ce scandaleux excès de la nature dont les trois quarts d'une ville florissante et des milliers de vies humaines ont été victimes... [...] L'attitude de Voltaire était celle d'un vrai descendant des ces authentiques Gaulois qui envoyaient leurs flèches contre le ciel... Voyez-vous, ingénieur, voilà bien l'hostilité de l'esprit contre la nature, sa fière méfiance envers elle, sa noble obstination dans le droit à la critique à l'égard de cette puissance mauvaise et contraire à la Raison. Car la nature est une puissance et c'est se montrer servile que d'accepter la puissance [...].”
― Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain

“This is no flattery: these are counsellors that feelingly persuade me of what I am.”
― William Shakespeare, As You Like It

“Such was the hidden power of nature, capable of producing extreme beauty and cruelty at the same time.”
― Kenneth Eade, Unwanted

“„Well James,â€� he said addressing me, as he does the officers in his command, informally, „it is true that many of our recent inventions will become much improved with use, and one day soon we may even have engines which do not break down with so much wheezing and groaning every two days of use, but I firmly believe that, while machines are perfectible, men are not.
Even a perfect machine must be run by men and, hence, subject to human errors. Take our situation as an example. Our machines keep us safe and warm, yet a simple mistake on our part, such as choosing one channel over another, could bring it all to naught and place us at the mercy of elemental nature. I believe we should work on the perfection of men before we worry overly about the perfection of his machines.”
― John Wilson, North With Franklin: The Lost Journals of James Fitzjames

“Nature thrives in its own special way - there is a time to begin, there is a time to wait and there is a time to let go and just watch the magical powers of nature unfolding the best it has to offer.”
― Sanchita Pandey

“What can the land power do, exactly? Like, what kind of... work?"
Belva paused. "It helps us in all ways--- with our bodies that move is and the plants that feed us and the weather around us. It helps us love the people who are here, and to stay connected to the people who have moved on. It protects us from people who seek to do us harm. It provides whatever we need, as long as we pay our respects and give back.”
― alli dyer, Strange Folk