Quotes About Nature

That's what you are. Argue with anything else, but don't argue with your own nature.

Behind her the sun was still shining, so that every grove and every single tree between her and the storm blazed ardent and vivid, little frail things defying the dark with leaf and twig and fruit and flower.

Lyra had never seen such a sight, never heard such a bellow; it was like a mountain laughing.

I bet you could catch bullets," she said, and threw the stick away. "How do you do that?" "By not being human," he said. "That's why you could never trick a bear. We see tricks and deceit as plain as arms and legs. We can see in a way humans have forgotten. But you know about this; you can understand the symbol reader.

What is the world of the spirits? It is nothing I know about. I don't know what spirit is. Spirit is what matter does.

for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return

You en't gyptian, Lyra. You might pass for gyptian with practice, but there's more to us than gyptian language. There's deeps in us and strong currents. We're water people all through, and you en't, you're a fire person. What you're most like is marsh fire, that's the place you have in the gyptian scheme. You got witch oil in your soul. Deceptive, that's what you are child.

And when we do find each other again, we'll cling together so tight that nothing and no one'll ever tear us apart. Every atom of me and every atom of you… We'll live in birds and flowers and and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams.

I don't like rats any more than the next bloke, but they ain't wicked and cruel like people can be. They're just ratty in their habits.

How do you do that? By not being human, he said. That's why you could never trick a bear. We see tricks and deceit as plain as arms and legs. We can see in a way humans have forgotten. But you know about this; you can understand the symbol reader.

St. Augustine had said, "Angel is the name of their office, not of their nature. If you seek the name of their nature, it is spirit; if you seek the name of their office, it is angel; from what they are, spirit, from what they do, angel.

Into this wild abyss, The womb of nature and perhaps her grave, Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mixed Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless the almighty maker them ordain His dark materials to create more worlds, Into this wild abyss the wary fiend Stood on the brink of hell and looked a while, Pondering his voyage . . .

Streite mit allem, was du willst, aber nicht mit deiner eigenen Natur

Every atom of me and every atom of you... we'll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and in pine trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see in sunbeams... And when they use our atoms to make new lives, they won't be able to take just one, they'll have to take two, one for you and one for me.

there are few natural philosophers as frustrated as astronomers in a fog.

We'll be alive again in a thousand blades of grass, and a million leaves; we'll be falling in the raindrops and blowing in the fresh breeze; we'll be glittering in the dew under the stars and the moon out there in the physical world, which is our true home and always was.

and she saw a bed of lamb's lettuce, or rapunzel.

Sunlight shining on the fur of a golden monkey…

Du hast gesagt, ich sei ein Krieger [...] Du sagtest, das sei meine Natur und ich dürfe mich nicht dagegen wehren. Aber du hattest Unrecht, Vater. Ich habe nur gekämpft, weil ich musste. Über meine Natur kann ich nicht bestimmen, wohl aber über mein Handeln. Und das werde ich, denn jetzt bin ich frei.

Because Lyra now realized, if she hadn't done so before, that all the fear in her nature was drawn to Mrs. Coulter as a compass needle drawn to the Pole.

But now this child has come offering us a way out and I'm going to follow her. Even if it means oblivion, friends, I'll welcome it, because it won't be nothing, we'll be alive again in a thousand blades of grass, and a million leaves, we'll be falling in the raindrops and blowing in the fresh breeze, we'll be glittering in the dew under the stars and the moon out there in the physical world which is our true home and always was.

The temperature had disturbed the insects, and a cloud of midges made every outline hazy.

Will said to his father's ghost, "You said I was a warrior. You told me that was my nature, and I shouldn't argue with it. Father, you were wrong. I fought because I had to. I can't choose my nature, but I can choose what I do. And I will choose, because now I'm free.

I'll welcome it, because it won't be nothing. We'll be alive again in a thousand blades of grass, and a million leaves; we'll be falling in the raindrops and blowing in the fresh breeze; we'll be glittering in the dew under the stars and the moon out there in the physical world, which is our true home and always was.