Quotes About Nature

Josiah said that only humans had to endure anything, because only humans resisted what they saw outside themselves. Animals did not resist. But they persisted, because they became part of the wind. (...) So they moved with the snow, became part of the snowstorm which drifted up against the trees and fences. And when they died, frozen solid against a fence, with the snow drifted around their heads? "Ah, Tayo," Josiah said, "the wind convinced them they were the ice.

I had to weave and play around with a honey bear, you know, and I could wrestle with him a little bit, but there's no way you can even wrestle a honey bear, let alone a grizzly bear that's standing ten feet to eleven feet tall! Can you imagine? But it was fascinating to work that close to that kind of animal.

The Animal is in the World Like Water in Water

Spirituality is a brave search for the truth about existence, fearlessly peering into the mysterious nature of life.

Men are unwise and curiously planned.

The New Age movement, for all the validity of its protest and the value of some of its recommendations, is in truth a very old blind alley. There is a very long history to remind us of what happens when nature is our ultimate point of reference . . . . Nature knows no ethics. There is no right and wrong in nature; the controlling realities are power and fertility.

Natural theology, in other words, is in no way a step on the way toward the theology which takes God's self-revelation as its starting point. It is more likely, in fact, to lead in the opposite direction.

Christian humanists were engaged in a vast enterprise to make the spiritual and intellectual riches of ancient culture available to the Christian world; they did so with no sense of unease or internal conflict, for they believed that paganism – in other words, the 'forces of nature' themselves, not yet sanctified by the blessings of incarnation – could achieve splendid things in all areas of culture.

I love autumn in New York City: The yellows, the browns, and the rust -- and that's just the drinking water.... Here in New York City, the leaves turn -- and run.

I saw a robin redbreast in Central Park today, but it turned out to be a sparrow with an exit wound.

It's the first day of spring. That means this weekend I'll take down my Christmas lights.

Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.

He who puts the natural instinct in the heart of a bird to fly across a continent in search of a warmer climate is too good to deceive it. Just as we are confident He placed the instinct within the bird, we can be assured He has also provided balmy breezes and springlike sun to meet it when it arrives.

A man once stood on a high peak of the Rocky Mountains watching a raging storm below. As he watched, an eagle came up through the clouds and soared away toward the sun. The water on its wings glistened in the sunlight like diamonds. If not for the storm, the eagle might have remained in the valley. In the same way, the sorrows of life cause us to rise toward God.

The colored sunsets and starry heavens, the beautiful mountains and the shining seas, the fragrant woods and painted flowers, are not half so beautiful as a soul that is serving Jesus out of love, in the wear and tear of common, unpoetic life. FABER

Josh speculated about the hypothetical contents of an imaginary porn magazine for intelligent trees that would be entitled Enthouse.

But it is easier to destroy than to create, and there are those whose nature it is to love destruction.

Plover's words were like dried flowers, stiff and crumbling, crushed flat between pages, when we'd had the living, blooming blossoms all around

June ripened into July, then burst and withered and dried and became August.

It was summer again, and the summer nights smelled like murdered grass and sounded like crickets fucking.

Tomorrow I'll take you out to see the gold beetles. They're amazing: they eat dirt and poop out gold ore.

Afterward she took the tree aside and conferred with it privately.

With the traditional Australian's indifference to personal dryness and venomous underwater predators, she dived right in.

Don't feel too bad about what humans have done," the mamba said with a gentleness in his voice that she'd never quite heard before. "Feeling guilty doesn't help anything anyway. Humans are animals doing what all animals do: surviving. It's just that you've done it too well, so well that now you have to become a new kind of animal, one who makes sure that all the others survive, too.