Quotes About Nature

We shouldn't automatically accept that natural is better, nor should we automatically presume that we can improve on nature. It's up to us to decide which qualities we value, and what's the best way to achieve those.

Perhaps men were not meant to live in such a place. If their own natures restrained them from approaching heaven too closely, then men should remain on the earth.

So you see, this debate isn't just about commercials and cosmetics, it's about determining what's the appropriate relationship between the mind and the body. Are we more fully realized when we minimize the physical part of our natures? And that, you have to agree, is a profound question.

They watch as Zaff sorts through the leaf litter, extracts a leaf decayed to near transparency, and holds it up to his face to look through it, a mask of vegetable lace.

Are we more fully realized when we minimize the physical part of our natures? And that, you gave to agree, is a profound question.

Address these environmental issues and you will address every issue known to man. And we keep dabbling in things that aren't really that important in the long term.

Anything unnatural was not naturally believed. Faith, in essence, was unnatural.

My feet are locked upon the rough bark.It took the whole of CreationTo produce my foot, my each feather:Now I hold Creation in my footOr fly up, and revolve it all slowly—I kill where I please because it is all mine.

There is no better way to know us Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood.

The wolf is living for the earth.

I shall also take you forth and carve our names together in a yew tree, haloed with stars...

Nobody needs to control or be controlled by cues and signals all the time; living creatures are not a bunch of machines.

never paralyzed by the need to judge and to compare. They don't dwell on the fact that today's walk isn't as nice as yesterday's, or this forest isn't as interesting as the one they were in last week.

wolf society has an organized structure but also has free will.

When we'd walk by mule deer, he'd watch them—one ear pricked toward them, one ear angled back in my direction—as I'd repeat, "Deer, no, stay,

You're doing the right thing, letting the process happen. He's not in pain. It's what we see in dying that is uncomfortable to us.

a storm that walked on legs of lightning, dragging its shaggy belly over the fields.

I feel the bear's heart in her footprints.

Dust too is drawn on wings to light.

Coyote hunting can't be justified on the basis of the damage they do. Shooting coyotes is really just fun, a man with a high-powered rifle trying to see if he can kill a frightened creature that can't shoot back.

The butterfly jots a note on the wind to remind itself of something.

Flecks of foam on the fountain's lips as it reads aloud from the scripture of water.

january 21 Cloudy and still. On the sunny, southerly face of a cutbank, a badger has scooped a new burrow, turning the slope inside out and pouring it full of the very worst kind of darkness, the kind animals own, like the mad black slit in a goat's eye.

Our words were a few colorful leaves afloat on a very old silence, the kind with a terrifying undertow, and we stood right at its edge, wrapping ourselves in our own arms because of the chill, and with old voices called back and forth across all those years until we could bear it no longer, and turned from each other, and walked away into our countries.