Quotes About Nature

Thirst teaches all animals to drink, but drunkenness belongs only to man.

How do I know that there is a God? In the same way that I know, on looking at the sand, when a man or beast has crossed the desert - by His footprints in the world around me.

Even the blackest of them all, the crow, Renders good service as your man-at-arms, Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail. And crying havoc on the slug and snail.

Man is at the bottom an animal, midway a citizen, and at the top divine. But the climate of this world is such that few ripen at the top.

Men are like trees: each one must put forth the leaf that is created in him.

You might think that it would he the natural desire of every man to develop as an independent personality, but this does not seem to be true.

Animals make us Human.

Unfortunately, most people never observe the natural cycle of birth and death. They do not realize that for one living thing to survive, another living thing must die.

We raise them for us; that means we owe them some respect. nature is creul but we dont have to be. I wouldnt want to have my guts ripped out by a lion. I'd much rather die in a slaughter house if it were done right.

A vacuum is a hell of a lot better than some of the stuff that nature replaces it with.

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

When in the body of a donkey, enjoy the taste of grass.

Abiding in the space of the nature of mind, we not only are free, we are freedom.

Your ability to experience the great bliss that comes from recognition of your true nature depends on nothing but practice.

Man is by nature a curious animal. You can hide the truth from him temporarily, but not for ever.

Nature is not our enemy, to be raped and conquered. Nature is ourselves, to be cherished and explored.

We can begin the restructuring of thought by declaring legitimate what we have denied for so long. Lets us declare Nature to be legitimate. The notion of illegal plants is obnoxious and ridiculous in the first place.

I knew that love would not turn the silver devil into an angel. He would remain what he was--subtle yet childish, unfeeling yet passionate, lost irretrievably to everything but his own desire. But he loved me--and I loved him, now and forever.

I once ran across a list of nearly 400 winds from around the world and wondered why Wyoming, so dominated by wind, has so few names for its variations. . . . There's the wind, the damned wind, and the goddamned wind.

I would look down from the Point to see a hawk riding the updrafts from the ridges below me and I would think: I am higher than he is. This is what it's like to fly.

For though we know quite well that God is present in all that we do, our nature is such that it makes us lose sight of the fact; but when this favour is granted it can no longer do so, for the Lord, who is near at hand, awakens it. And even the favours aforementioned occur much more commonly, as the soul experiences a vivid and almost constant love for Him whom it sees or knows to be at its side.

a garden in which the Beloved takes great delight. What do you think a place might be like that such a king—so powerful and wise, so pure and filled with all good things—would find so delightful? I

I had the best of both worlds when I was a kid. I'd spend a quiet week with my mum, then I'd go to my dad's property in the Adelaide Hills, where there were all these kids and animals running around.

Writing about the futility of trying to force a wolf into a vehicle, Martino describes the final stage of the conflict. The italics are hers: "But if I continue, perhaps muttering 'Get up you lazy old dusty thing,' The wolf grabs my arm in his teeth, snarling, as if to say, Look, move me where I don't want to go, and we're going to have problems. Your problems will be bigger than mine. He then looks at me with a frank arresting stare, the strength of the mountain rumbling in his eyes.