Quotes About Nature

Heaven and earth are inhumane; they view the myriad creatures as straw dogs.

We don't understand the power of nature and the world because we don't live with it. Our environment is designed to sustain us. We are the domestic pets of a human zoo called civilization.

I am constantly surrounded by a display of natural wonders...It is beauty surrounded by ugly fear. I write in my log that it's a view of heaven from a seat in hell. (survivor after 53 days at sea)

With the illusion that we have dominion over the earth we conclude we have nothing to fear.

Every girl should use what Mother Nature gave her before Father Time takes it away.

Know, all the good that individuals find, Or God and Nature meant to mere Mankind, Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of Sense, Lie in three words, Health, Peace, and Competence. (Ibid., 11. 77–80)

God tempers the wind, said Maria, to the shorn lamb.

Only the brave know how to forgive…. A coward never forgave; it is not in his nature.

Ho! 'tis the time of salads.

There's a beast in all of us, you know,' Jasper said. 'No,' Tessa said. 'Yes, a monster right inside of us all,' Jasper said. They wondered what theirs looked like. They faced each other and blinked while making faces to try to capture the phantom.

Every bad person is a little good. And every good person is a little bad.

In June we picked the clover, And sea-shells in July: There was no silence at the door, No word from the sky. A hand came out of August And flicked his life away: We had not time to bargain, mope, Moralize, or pray.

And yet this self, contains Tides, continents and stars?a myriad selves, Is small and solitary as one grass-blade Passed over by the wind Amongst a myriad grasses on the prairie.

Now the dreary night is done, Comes again the glorious sun, Crimson clouds, and silver white, Wait upon his breaking light.

When Jesus came to earth of old, He came in weakness and in woe; He wore no form of angel mould, But took our nature poor and low. But when he cometh back once more, Then shall be set the great white Throne; And earth and heaven shall flee before The face of Him that sits thereon.

I did not know it would be like this," complained Viviana. "I hate slugs." "They like you," said Caitri, subtracting one from Viviana's sleeve. "Anyway, you said you wanted to come," she added primly. "I said I wanted to come but I never said I would not grumble.

A poem only becomes poetry when its structure is made not of words but forces.

Have you ever seen a woman canter over the hills in the twilight? Scandal sheets are no match for atavism.

Wij zijn begonnen, wij zullen eindigen, en daartussen bestaan we, het heelal net zo goed als een geranium.

In the books she read, every stream might be a river god, every tree a dryad in disguise, every old woman a powerful fairy, every pebble an enchanted soul. Anything had the potential to transform, and this, to her, seemed the true meaning of art.

Like after a prairie fire. I saw one, years ago, when we were in Nebraska. It seems like the end of the world. The earth is all scorched and black and everything green is gone. But after the burning the soil is richer, and new things can grow." She held Izzy at arm's length, wiped her cheek with a fingertip, smoothed her hair one last time. "People are like that, too, you know. They start over. They find a way.

Succulents would grow anew from a broken-off leaf, pushing roots out into the air, then down into the soil: a piece of its own body, transformed into its child.

How good the rain would feel, like crying all over her body.

Everything, she noticed, seemed capable of transmogrification. Even the two boulders in the backyard sometimes turned to silver in the early morning sunlight. In the books she read, every stream might be a river god, every tree a dryad in disguise, every old woman a powerful fairy, every pebble an enchanted soul. Anything had the potential to transform, and this, to her, seemed the true meaning of art.