Quotes About Nature

As I sat in the sun on the wooden dock that jutted out into the pond, I knew this to be true: my name was Buddy, and I was a good dog.

Yet did you know that every dog alive today has a little wolf DNA? Not just huskies, who often look like wolves, but pugs, corgis, poodles? Chuhuahuas - they sometimes act like they still are wolves.

Somehow I knew that puppies were meant to leave their mothers.

Some humans seem to get excited when they notice dogs peeing in the yard;

Saturday the weather couldn't decide if it was ready to fully entertain winter or if we were still stuck in the fall." "...winter showed up in an angry, punishing fury...

The little chipmunk was safe! Not that it was paying any attention. It was so busy digging for nuts, it had never once bothered to look up at the sky. That's just one of the many differences between squirrels and dogs: a dog always knows what is going on.

I left out the part about being beaten up by a twenty-pound goose.

When goslings hatch, they can't do much of anything for themselves," Mom explained. "So the very first thing they do is look around for their mother. Usually she's right there, sitting on the nest. But if she's gone for some reason, then the babies will decide that whatever animal they see first must be their mom. They'll follow that animal everywhere, and learn how to behave from it.

Kermit, the voice in my head wants me to take you out in the woods and eat your liver,

I hate to see the evenin' sun go down.

Universal laws always follow a pattern. Everything that moves or grows has a cycle and trend.

Marx and Engels visualized a day when there would be unity among men instead of opposition, peace instead of war. Such a hope, of course, violated their own theory of dialectics which says nothing in nature can be at rest—everything is a unity of opposing forces.

One of the most delightful things about a garden is the anticipation it provides.

Science has never drummed up quite as effective a tranquilizing agent as a sunny spring day.

All poets adore explosions, thunderstorms, tornadoes, conflagrations, ruins, scenes of spectacular carnage. The poetic imagination is not at all a desirable quality in a statesman.

O plunge your hands in water,Plunge them in up to the wrist;Stare, stare in the basinAnd wonder what you've missed.The glacier knocks in the cupboard,The desert sighs in the bed,And the crack in the tea cup opensA lane to the land of the dead.

'Healing ' Papa would tell me, 'is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.'

Between the ages of twenty and forty we are engaged in the process of discovering who we are, which involves learning the differences between accidental limitations which it is our duty to outgrow and the necessary limitations of our nature beyond which we cannot trespass with impunity.

Soft as the earth is mankind and both need to be altered.

Now the leaves are falling fast, Nurse's flowers will not last, Nurses to their graves are gone, But the prams go rolling on.

Thoughts on his own death, like the distant roll of thunder at a picnic.

I am not a lover of lawns. Rather would I see daisies in their thousands, ground ivy, hawkweed, and even the hated plantain with tall stems, and dandelions with splendid flowers and fairy down, than the too-well-tended lawn.

I… thanked the Author of my being for the gift of that wild forest, those green mansions where I had found so great a happiness!

savage. Illiterate, unschooled in the Classics, but she and I have argued endlessly, night on end, about the nature of God, and why the universe was created the way it was. She stunned me the other day, proposed that nothing could have existed until God split into two to create duality. Only when the Godhead had broken into male and female could it begin to define itself. It has interesting possibilities, since only in duality can identity be measured against something else.