Quotes About Nature

You look to me like misty roses Too soft to touch But too lovely to leave alone

Every trail, however erratic and circuitous, is a kind of life-line, a trajectory of growth. 6 This image of life as a trail or path is ubiquitous among peoples whose existential orientations are founded in the practices of hunting and gathering, and in the modes of environmental perception these entail. Persons are identified and characterised not by the substantive attributes they carry into the life process, but by the kinds of paths they leave.

It's only supernatural if nature doesn't allow it," he said.

The rain felt good," Cee says. "Like…no rain I've ever felt before." "Fresh," I say. "Pure." "Right, until it started raining blood.

Dry snow coming down in the hills. Magpies hair-triggered and thuggish in worn trees. A wall has started to fall in you, it will take years to land.

The irony here is exquisite - an endangered bird helping to spread a major weed. It's aa challenging example of the riddles of the 'new nature'.

What all these stories show is that no law of nature forces native animals to prefer their natural foods, or even to recognize them. Some do (say koalas on gum leaves) but many don't. A currawong guzzling grapes might not look quite natural to us, but the bird doesn't see it that way. By nature it is an opportunist. For our native wildlife, the foreign plants and animals flourishing in Australia today afford untold opportunities too good to pass by.

If you'd tried to explain to me what a butterfly was back in the middle of Finland, I'd have grunted sceptically. Then torn your throat open and supped deep on your warm, life-giving blood.

We love each other, saying that as if our love were something in us, or between us. No: Around us, breathing our two names in and out of its vast mysterious lungs— around us like a forest at night, a planetary atmosphere known only one small breath at a time, fruit at whose center little seeds sleep, thinking they know. from "He Glimpses the Breadth of Love

Human health depends above all on sound nutrition; sound nutrition means growing food and using it in accordance with nature's laws; of all foods made "unnatural" by industrial processing the commonest are refined sugar, refined flour and certain processed vegetable oils. I know of no research that refutes this simple concept.' – Dr Walter Yellowlees, A Doctor in the Wilderness

Summer lightning made it seem that flickering white-hot wires were turning in the terribly blue sky just above the horizon, and the recent storms had driven in toward shore hundreds of gigantic Portuguese man-o'-wars that now hung below the surface of the water like big malignant pearls.

All water has been everywhere, Bekah. What flows from your faucet was once frozen inside a glacier, and squeezed by unimaginable pressures at the bottom of the deepest sea, and rippling in a lightless lake in a cavern no living thing has ever touched. Also, it has almost certainly been inside a dinosaur. All water is one water, and all water remembers the past.

the most powerful force in human nature is the spiritual-power technique taught in the Bible . . . faith in God, faith in other people, faith in yourself.

Beauty's all around me right here. It's not in a textbook. It's not in an equation. I mean, take the sunlight … The colors flow into your lungs, into your bloodstream. You are the colors.

We're toasting the chlorophyll rising in our bodies, catching the energy from the universe. Nobody's ever been young like we are right at this moment.

You think beauty's in some classroom or some textbook, and it's not. That's not what it's about. This right here. This is beautiful. All of this. That's all you need.

It's the distortion, the violation of what we think of as the rules of reality—of society, of nature, of humanity, of physics, of space and time—that engenders horror.

She thought little of her ordeal. Cruelty was part of nature, like a winter frost; something to be survived and then forgotten (p.689)

Night. Wind. Stars. Sea. Stones.

I liked books - the respite and privacy of them - books about plants and the formation of ice and the business of world wars. Whenever I sank into them I felt free.

I came home at dusk with my ears ringing from the quiet.

Inside those waves our voices bounced back at us, deeper and larger for all the noise, like the voices of men.

Dirt music, Fox tells Georgie, is "anything you can play on a verandah or porch, without electricity.

Within sight of Seattle and Vancouver are flanks of the earth that have yet to feel a human footprint.