Quotes About Nature

Man's heart away from nature becomes hard.

I get inspiration from a lot of things around me - nature, hills, people, and even insects.

It is the nature of babies to be in bliss.

By nature, men desire the beautiful.

I am a family person and also very emotional by nature.

Don't be afraid in nature: one must be bold, at the risk of having been deceived and making mistakes.

Custom is second nature.

I think I have a dualistic nature.

It's human nature to make the complex manageable and determine things that fit your conclusions. That's bias.

It is the nature of the self to manifest itself, In every atom slumbers the might of the self.

Natures' curriculum cannot be changed.

Coming to terms with our true natures and who we really are has always been a fascination to humans. I know it fascinates me.

Our connection to the great myths of our natures is murky. A mother might see the Medea in herself without imagining she will ever do away with her children.

My biggest competition is myself and my two natures.

It's a law of our natures, especially when the political fit is on us, to applaud where we already approve, and deride where we don't.

Children haven't changed - the world around them has. Their basic natures haven't changed. They like ice creams. They like to have fun, play games if they get space.

We don't invent our natures. They're issued to us along with our lungs, our pancreas and everything else.

Experience means conflict, our natures being what they are, and conflict means drama.

I do believe that peoples' natures can be changed, and they have to be changed if we want to live in this modern world and be a part of it.

The natures of men and women are very mixed, and for me, the most fascinating type of woman is the one who is a little masculine, has a little of the man in her, and the sort of man who is fabulous is the one who is a little woman, too. It's impossible not to mix them!

What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one another.

The woods were thick with shadowed green, and Rhonda wished she were in them, walking animal trails until they faded into the brush and she was lost, could stay lost for good.

creaked like old bedsprings. Lightning bugs made a trail of yellow specks in the dimming air. He and Boyd used to wait until they blinked, then pull their bodies apart and smear the glowing mush on their faces.

A thorn ripped a gash that he didn't feel. His body was far away from his mind. He leaned back and stared at a patch of sky through the intertwining limbs. Nothing made sense.