Quotes About Nature

As Thomas Merton put it, "A tree gives glory to God by being a tree. For in being what God means it to be it is obeying Him.

Hill once said: "Failure seems to be nature's plan for preparing us for great responsibilities."4

The seasons do not push one another; neither do clouds race the wind across the sky. All things happen in their own good time.

Growing up I was enthralled by the night sky. But now most of us can see only a few faint stars at night, the ones bright enough to make it through the domes of light that enclose our metropolises. For all of human history, the night sky told stories, delineated time, and guided voyagers. Now 30 percent of the people on the planet can't even see the Milky Way from their homes. And in the United States, 80 percent of us can't.

On cable TV they have a weather channel - 24 hours of weather. We had something like that where I grew up. We called it a window.

Nature is freedom and sunshine. Nature is also bears, yellow jackets, rockfall and vertical exposure. Nature wins.

Days and nights among the trees is not time off the books. It is not a subtraction from the days of life but an addition to them.

I love camping. I hate camping. I can't seem to stop. In case you haven't noticed, campouts hardly ever go the way you want them to go. It doesn't matter if you're glamping or backpacking, on a guided exploration or alone. Chaos finds a way.

The daylight needs no praise, and so we praise it always- greater than ourselves and all the airy words we summon.

The world does not need words. It articulates itself in sunlight, leaves, and shadows. The stones on the path are no less real for lying uncatalogued and uncounted. The fluent leaves speak only the dialect of pure being.

Within the magnificent cathedral of the Vermont forest, the joy of young love sang.

He blinked. "Have you ever run naked through the woods?" "Certainly." She allowed a moment to enjoy the way his eyes flared. "Why? His voice roughened, deepened, back to that just-awakened grizzly-bear tone. "To be one with nature, without barriers. To feel the wind and the moonlight on my skin." Several seconds passed before he responded. "You can't feel moonlight." She smiled…

He scissored his legs, pulled hers out from under her, and brought her to the ground. Then, on some stupid impulse, he rolled on top of her to immobilize her, like he would have with an enemy combatant. She stared up at him, wide-eyed, her long hair spread over the carpet of autumn leaves. She was soft against all his hard places. "Maybe I could get into this one-with-nature business.

You look like you could be the love child of a grizzly bear and a navy destroyer.

Notice the way the dirt feels under your feet, how great the air smells, how beautiful the trees are, how calm and majestic." He snorted, and she could tell he was fighting not to roll his eyes as he asked, "Calm as opposed to what? All the other trees that run around like headless chickens?

You can't just walk up to a stand of unsuspecting oaks and start touching. They'd think you're getting fresh with them.

I like thinking," she added, "that the forest sounds the same as it did millions of years ago, and it will sound the same millions of years from now. I find the endlessness comforting. It puts my small problems into perspective. Like looking at the stars at night and realizing that everything I worried about all day is utterly insignificant compared to the vastness of the universe.

Big family?" "One grandfather and one cousin." "How do they feel about the nature-therapy thing?" She grinned. "you make it sound like I'm a pole dancer.

Most fruit trees need two of a kind for cross-pollination,

Suicide by Alaska.

Little House on the Prairie.

Sometimes I just don't get people. Horses make much more sense. Once two horses partner up, they stay friends forever, no matter what other horses come into the herd. I guess that's why they call it horse sense—horses just seem to have a lot more common sense than people do.

He wondered if she knew how much he needed her. He wondered if the lilacs were still in bloom, and what she would have done if he really had broken one off that day in her garden and given it to her, and suddenly wished with all his heart that he had.

In 2015, researchers found that when people took walks in nature, then submitted to a brain scan, their sgPFC showed less activity, and the subjects reported fewer feelings of self-doubt. But when they took walks in an urban setting, they got no relief. Their brains were still shooting out sparks, and their thoughts were still running to the negative. Turns out the beauty of the natural world is a palliative against feeling sorry for ourselves.