Quotes About Nature

Our skyscrapers are not separate from nature; they are nature, as much as a termite colony's cathedral mound or a chaffinch nest or a bee hive. As are our iPhones and washing machines and bathyscaphe research submarines that take us to the depths of the Mariana Trench.

People searching for a new relationship with nature and a set of spiritual values to counter the individualism, political economy and environmental impact of modern industrial society latched on to the image of the Ecological Indian.

Food from the platter / Water from the rain / The subject and the matter / I'm going home again / Can't sell a leaf to a tree / Nor the wind to the atmosphere / I know where I am meant to be / And I can't be satisfied here

People aren't either wicked or noble. They're like chef's salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.

the table of elements does not contain one of the most powerful elements that make up our world, and that is the element of surprise.

It takes years for the land to recuperate from a fire, but even in the darkest of ashes eventually something can grow.

Is it fair for the bears to come down to where humans live, looking for food? Is it fair for the Duke's soldiers to shoot at them? Is it fair for the bears to crush them with giant snowballs? Often, if you point out something that isn't fair, someone will reply, "Life isn't fair." What is to be done with such people?

The song is called "The Itsy Bitsy Spider," and it is one of the saddest songs ever composed. It tells the story of a small spider who is trying to climb up a water spout, but every time its climb is half over, there is a great burst of water, either due to rain or somebody turning the spout on, and at the end of the song, the spider has decided to try one more time, and will likely be washed away once again.

Nevermore Tree was gargantuan, a word which here means 'having attained an inordinate amount of botanical volume.

Like most fourteen-year-olds, she was right-handed, so the rocks skipped farther across the murky water when Violet used her right hand then when she used her left.

I always feel hopeful when I step into a park. When a city or town sets aside a piece of land for public relaxation, it is a sign that someone is thinking about the happiness of someone else, that some people are trimming grass and sweeping pathways just so other people can have picnics and take walks or perhaps just sit and think.

Humanity must perforce prey upon itself, like monsters of the deep," a

A wild animal, when cornered, may suddenly and desperately defend itself. This is why I try not to spend any more time outdoors than is absolutely necessary.

It was another thing you didn't learn at a top-drawer school. Bickering is like baldness or lousy gifts. It runs in families.

course, mountains serve as homes to mountain goats and mountain lions, who enjoy attacking helpless picnickers and eating sandwiches or children. So

mountain lions, who enjoy attacking helpless picnickers and eating sandwiches or children.

People aren't either wicked or noble," the hook-handed man said. "They're like chef's salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.

how to construct a device that could retrieve a rock after you had skipped it into the ocean.

If wisdom and diamonds grew on the same tree we could soon tell how much men loved wisdom.

The true man walks the earth as the stars walk the heavens, grandly obedient to those laws which are implanted in his nature.

Summer rain is cleaner than winter rain. Winter rain strikes hard upon the granite, but summer rain is sibilant soft upon the leaves.

Like all women she was tyrannized by her biology.

It's easy to forgive the summer rain; like first love, white lies or blarney, there's no malignity in it.

It took the combined efforts of many scientists, however, to discover that Nature's actuality is far beyond the limits of our direct sensory experience, and to arrive at the belief that heat is just one form of "energy," a mysterious, insubstantial entity that, like the soul, we will never be able to touch, see, or feel but only experience in its different manifestations.