Quotes About Nature

Pitchers, like poets, are born not made.

One of the problems with modern life is that we are constantly subjected to lower tones, which create dissonance in our bodies and cause stress and disease. The high vibrations of nature can counteract these disturbing vibrations, stimulating a field around our head that resonates at eight cycles per second, which matches the electromagnetic frequency of the earth itself. This hertzian state is the same as the state achieved during deep relaxation or meditation.

Whoever established that standard is deluded. Men are meant to be hard, women soft. It's as simple as that.

Rain brings us together in one of the last untamed encounters with nature that we experience routinely, able to turn the suburbs and even the city wild. Huddled with our fellow humans under construction scaffolding to escape a deluge, we are bound in the memory and mystery of exhilarating, confounding, life-giving rain.

What's exceptional about our blue marble is not that we had water. It's that we held on to it, and that we still do. While the ancient oceans of Venus and Mars vaporized into space, Earth kept its life-giving water. Luckily for us, the forecast called for rain.

Today, at any moment, more water rushes through the atmosphere than flows through all the world's rivers combined.

Seashells were money before coin, jewelry before gems, art before canvas.

On the land, spring rains are the primitive artists, greening hills and valleys and coaxing flowers to vivid bud and bloom. Summer rains are the long-lived masters of color—the steadier they fall on hardwood trees in June, July, and August, the richer reds and yellows ignite the autumn foliage.

We are predators and destroyers but also builders and repairers.

In a cosmos whose innermost nature has been revealed as Mercy, we need merely rest in the goodness of that embrace and trust

If you don't believe that, try taking away a wolf's mate. See how well that shit works for you.

Anyone had the potential to kill, under the right circumstances.

When no gratitude came, he sighed. "I pretty much bent the laws of nature for you, lady. So…yeah, you're welcome." "I'm having a nightmare." There. That made sense. Julian wasn't a monster. He hadn't grown claws. She hadn't been shot. Creepy Luke wasn't there. This was all— "You are the nightmare now, sweetheart." Luke gave her a chilling smile. "And again, you're welcome.

All around the walls were espaliered apricot, peach and fig trees, and in the centre were squared beds of strawberries, currants, and sweet little musk-melons.

the flower gardens. And it will be the last chance

It seems to me that the greatest adventure is to find a home in the world, particularly in the natural world, to earn a sense of belonging deeply to a place and to feel the deep response well up within you and become a part of you. When it is done, it can't be lost; the knowledge is as acute and sure as falling in love.

Besides, humans aren't prey. They are our natural enemies. They are to be avoided.

Turned out there was some big, bad Wolf in my good boy after all.

Why can't the world be simpler, like it is for guinea pigs? They only have a few rules: Crying will get you attention. If it fits in your mouth, it's food. Scream if you don't get your share.

Cathrine pretty today. I nod, yes it's a very pretty day. Jason touches my arm. Cathrine pretty.

Low tide smells mud-black and tangy, but high tide smells clean and salty.

In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still.

In November, some birds move away and some birds stay. The air is full of good-byes and well-wishes. The birds who are leaving look very serious. No silly spring chirping now. They have long journeys and must watch where they are going. The staying birds are serious, too, for cold times lie ahead. Hard times. All berries will be treasures.

Rain could show up at your door and teach you how to dance.