Quotes About Nature

Sikhs, however, should not allow the belief that God is immanent within humanity or nature to become pantheism or to say that any created being is God.

Calvin argues that a sense of the divine is planted by God in human nature and cannot be escaped.

Man is nature's sole mistake.

I am the son of the first fish who climbed ashore but the news has not yet reached my bowels.

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

W. Scott Poole

The artist produces for the liberation of his soul. It is his nature to create as it is the nature of water to run down the hill.

Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species.

Men have an extraordinarily erroneous opinion of their position in nature and the error is ineradicable.

Love is a dirty trick played on us to achieve the continuation of the species.

The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore.

The numerals of Pythagoras," says Porphyry, who lived about 300 A.D, "were hieroglyphic symbols, by means whereof he explained all ideas concerning the nature of things," and the same method of explaining the secrets of nature is once again being insisted upon in the new revelation of the "Secret Doctrine," by H. P. Blavatsky.

For the winds that awakened the stars are blowing through my blood.

And I will find some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,/ Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings...

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;...

O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer, Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole? O body swayed to music, O brightening glance, How can we know the dancer from the dance?

Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.

I went out to the hazel wood because a fire was in my head cut and peeled a hazel wand and hooked a berry to a thread and when white moths were on the wing and moth-like stars were flickering out I dropped the berry in a stream, and caught a little silver trout.... (Song of Wandering Aengus)

Come away, O, human child! To the woods and waters wild, With a fairy hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the truth.

The Wheel Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when abounding hedges ring Declare that winter's best of all; And after that there's nothing good Because the spring-time has not come -- Nor know what disturbs our blood Is but its longing for the tomb.

The woods of Arcady are dead, And over it their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed; Gray Truth is now her painted toy.

The Nineteenth Century And After Though the great song return no more There's keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on the shore Under the receding wave.

But he calls down a blessing on the blossom of the may, Because it comes in beauty, and in beauty blows away.