Quotes About Nature

The long-standing dichotomy between nature and nurture in explaining the etiology of mental health problems, while outdated and derided, continues to influence diagnosis and treatment. We are often the prisoners of our mental and disciplinary silos.

This, at last, was where things were as they ought to be. Everything was in its place -- the tree, the earth underneath, the rock, the moss. In autumn, it would be right; in winter under the snow, it would be perfect in its wintriness. Spring would come again and miracle within miracle would unfold, each at its special pace, some things having died off, some sprouting in their first spring, but all of equal and utter rightness.

It's perfectly clear that the millions of babies, who are crying at this very moment, want unanimously to be next to a live body. Do you really think they're all wrong? Theirs is the voice of nature. This is the clear, pure voice of nature, without intellectual interference.

As a child I was attracted to Tarzan and everything that had to do with jungles. It seemed to me -- and this is in retrospect -- that there was something primal, something right about it. Tarzan represented a pure being, somehow before the fall.

Nobody's born rotten. You just don't have bad kids. It's not true. There is no such thing. But we can make them bad.

Despite our strongly felt kinship and oneness with nature, all the evidence suggests that nature doesn't care one whit about us. Tornadoes, hurricanes, floods, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions happen without the slightest consideration for human inhabitants.

Order is the law of nature, the universal trend, the cosmic direction. If time is an arrow, that arrow points toward order. The future is pattern, organization, union, intensification; the past, randomness, confusion, disintegration, dissipation.

No one knows the nature of God, or even if God exists. In a sense, all of our religions are literary works of the imagination.

You keep the sunshine, save me the rain.

Flowers for the dead. Say hello to the forest.

Girl, I turn that thing into a rain forest.

The only thing on the mind of shark is eat..by any means and youre just sardines.

Throw dirt on me, and grow a wild flower.

Put me in the wild I be there for a while.

I want that freedom to move around outdoors, to do so without always feeling watched, threatened, restricted, or accountable to someone. To not be a babe—innocent or lusty. To just be in the woods.

Both women and nature are protected, restricted, objectified, idealized, and made passive.

Women's accounts of outdoor adventures repeatedly show how men and women can be in the same place while still in different worlds.

Small birds throw seeds out of the feeder; large birds pick them up off the ground, but the squirrels try to muscle in.

Are you listening, little bird?

Dryads gathered in knots, hushed, and for once satyrs did not chase them but stood solitary sentinel, horned heads upflung and broad nostrils quivering. Kelpies and selkies hesitated, between horseform and biped shape, their wicked teeth gleaming as they snorted and stamped; among them, night-mares or elfhorses along the shores of the Dreaming Sea—which touches all shores, always—tossed their manes but did not neigh.

Hadn't he spoken to the trees? Of course, the entire trailer park and its surroundings might be razed to make way for something even mortal-uglier, the living earth sleeping fitfully under concrete. He might well decide it wasn't worth the effort, or the heartbreak when such careful work was undone.

First a howling blizzard woke us, Then the rain came down to soak us, And now before the eye can focus — Crocus.

For a moment all my bees have turned to honey.

My voice is nothing special, but when your mother tells you something about yourself, even if you've coaxed it out of her, it's hard not to always believe it. I sing to the geese. And I feel her. It's different from remembering her or yearning for her. I feel her near me. I don't know if she is the geese or the river or the sky or the moon. I don't know if she is outside of me or inside of me, but she is here. I feel her love for me. I feel my love reach her. A brief, easy exchange.