Quotes About Nature

Today you see so many lady-boys in Bangkok roaming the streets where they have even removed their Adam's apple through surgery to look like girls. That's tampering with nature, but I feel if one needs to do little things to look good as we are in the looks business, then one shouldn't hesitate to do plastic surgery.

We didn't want our kids raised in a place plagued by smog and plastic surgery.

Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!

I'm always surprised when people respond positively to what I am saying, given its seriousnessness and strange nature.

When we first sent missions to Jupiter, no one expected to find moons that would have active volcanoes. And I could go down a long list of how often I've been surprised by the richness of nature.

I'm actually a very shy person. You'd be surprised how many leaders are shy. They're not all extroverts by nature.

I'm constantly surprised by human nature and humanity. And I think that's why I love what I do: because I love to story-tell and bring new characters to life.

Remember, it is a deep principle of our nature not to regard the safety of those who do not regard their own. If you are indifferent to your own safety, you must not be surprised if those less interested should become more so.

You will be surprised but I do a lot of studying and I watch National Geographic.

Like most women, I thought it would be easy once I decided to start a family. I was surprised that Mother Nature kept poking me in the eye, saying, 'Nope, nope, nope.'

I enjoy the beauty of the bubble, they're fluid and yet they have these geometric shapes so they do surprising things - two spheres become a single sphere - it's what bubbles do.

I've always been interested in animal behavior, and I keep reading about it because it's so surprising all the time - so many things are happening around us that we neglect to look at. Part of the passion I have for biology is based on this wonderment.

There's a magical energy and power from the ocean. I was born in a room overlooking the sea, in the middle of a storm. Perhaps, then, it's not surprising that shores touch my soul. Science might disagree, but I think there's a difference in the air on a coast - the positive ions, perhaps.

The buffalo is a surprisingly stupid animal.

At Roden Crater, I was interested in taking the cultural artifice of art out into the natural surround. I wanted the work to be enfolded in nature in such a way that light from the sun, moon and stars empowered the spaces. I wanted to bring culture to the natural surround as if one was designing a garden.

As we prepare ourselves to celebrate Christ's birth, we might do well to ask how he is our Lord, that is, the purpose of our life. To call him Lord is to claim him as our ruler and to take our direction from him. But following Jesus is about more than obedience. If he is our purpose, he is our center of gravity, the radiant love whose beauty draws us to itself as the fulfillment of our longing and the perfection of our nature.

Anemone Cave, Acadia National Park, Bar Harbor, Maine

To be clean in body and spirit, they went to water, bathing often in clear pools and mountain streams. They considered water, the sun, and fire to be holy gifts of Kanati , the Great Spirit.

As the Cherokee hunted and foraged in these mountains, they always stepped lightly, paying homage to the plants and animals that sustained them.

The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.

My Crow A crow flew into the tree outside my window. It was not Ted Hughes's crow, or Galway's crow. Or Frost's, Pasternak's, or Lorca's crow. Or one of Homer's crows, stuffed with gore, after the battle. This was just a crow. That never fit in anywhere in its life, or did anything worth mentioning. It sat there on the branch for a few minutes. Then picked up and flew beautifully out of my life.

Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form inself on the edge of consciousness.

I decided I could lose nothing by the soft approach. If that didn't produce for me—and I didn't think it would—nature could take its course and we could bust up the furniture.

Then there were no more houses, just the burnt foothills and the cement ribbon and a sheer drop on the left into the coolness of a nameless canyon, and on the right heat bouncing off the seared clay bank at whose edge a few unbeatable wild flowers clawed and hung on like naughty children who won't go to bed.