Quotes About Nature

I wonder if treecats pray?

You must learn one thing. The world was made to be free in. Give up all the other worlds Except the one in which you belong.

We are each a river with a particular abiding character, but we show radically different aspects of our self according to the territory through which we travel.

The story is, a man came up to Yosemite and the ranger was sitting at the front gate and the man said, I've only got one hour to see Yosemite. If you only had one hour to see Yosemite, what would you do? And the ranger said, Well, I'd go right over there, and I'd sit on that rock, and I'd cry. - Nevada Barr

I think that is what a national park is all about. It gives people breathing room. It gives people a tranquil atmosphere. It gives them an opportunity to be a part of nature, You're just part of it all. - Juanita Green

It doesn't matter what planet you're on, there's nothing like biting into a crisp Fuji apple first thing in the morning.

Bon Iver, "Holocene

hay gold dusk of late spring

I have found my church, and it is at the end of a long trail on a distant mountainship. It is there that I feel most at peace, entirely content and whole.

Darkness dwells within even the best of us. In the worst of us, darkness not only dwells but reins.

I'll sit in the park and feed the pigeons for a while.' We don't have pigeons.' Then I'll feed the pterodactyls.

I've since discovered that many human beings need no supernatural mentoring to commit acts of savagery; some people are devils in their own right, their telltale horns having grown inward to facilitate their disguise.

here in the summer desert, winter found my blood

Maybe the devil in human beings isn't the reflection of the devil, perhaps the devil is only a reflection of the savagery and brutality of our kind. Maybe what we've done is create the devil in our own image

How passionately we love everything that cannot last: the dazzling crystallory of winter, the spring in bloom, the fragile flight of butterflies, crimson sunsets, a kiss, and life.

The rain wasn't the usual glittering silver, but dark and dirty, as if nature were a scrubwoman wringing out a filthy mop.

She might have been born this way, without an empathy gene and other essentials. In that case, she would interpret any kindness as weakness. Among predatory beasts, any display of weakness is an invitation to attack.

The world is beautiful and glorious. Humanity can be mean, and turn away from what's good.

A swelled head is just a result of nature's frenzied efforts to fill a vacuum.

I stopped in St. Bernadette's Cemetery one of my favorite places... The trunks of six giant oaks rise like columns supporting a ceiling formed by their interlocking crowns. In the quiet space below, is laid out an aisle similar to those in any library. The gravestones are like rows of books bearing the names of those whose names have been blotted from the pages of life; who have been forgotten elsewhere but are remembered here.

Patterns exist in our seemingly patternless lives, and the most common pattern is the circle.

If patterns exist in our seemingly patternless lives — and they do — then the law of harmony insists that the most harmonious of all patterns, circles within circles, will most often assert itself.

If a man is a beast, he's a beast in his heart, and that's not the kind of heart that beats in you.

people have a natural tendency to anthropomorphize their pets, to ascribe human perceptions and intentions to the animal where none exist