Quotes About Nature

When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it - a rock, a flower, the branch of a tree or my hand - as a final test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the painting is authentic. If there's a clash between the two, it's bad art.

We teach aspirational ethics. What I teach my students is, You're born heroic. I go into these animal studies, and heroism is actually in our nature. What you have to do is make sure that the system doesn't change you, that our educational system doesn't teach you to be willfully blind and to forget your aspirations, because that's the default position.

behaviors that will nourish my soul (doing spiritual reading, communing with nature, sitting in silence, listening to classical music, etc.)?

understood how [10]all the flowers He has created are beautiful, how the splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the Lily do not take away the perfume of the little violet or the delightful simplicity of the daisy. I understood that if all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty, and the fields would no longer be decked out with little wild flowers.

It seems to me that if a little flower could speak, it would tell simply what God has done for it without trying to hide its blessings

He set before me the book of nature; I understood how all the flowers He has created are beautiful, how the splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not take away from the perfume of the little violet or the delightful simplicity of the daisy

if all flowers wanted to be roses, nature would lose her springtime beauty,

Alguna vez has convencido a un arbol de que se haga de noche para dejar paso a los pajaros?

Recuerda las horas que hemos pasado juntos podando los rosales, contemplando la luna, identificando el perfume de las flores, escuchando los ruidos de la casa para comprenderlos. Son cosas muy sencillas, en ocasiones desusadas, pero no dejes que las personas amargadas o hastiadas desvirtúen esos instantes mágicos para quien sabe vivirlos.

La mer porte le regard, la terre nos pieds.

Indeed, the point of the famous story about the king and the waves, as originally told, was not to illustrate his stupidity, but rather to prove what a good Christian he had been. 'Let all the world know', says a damp Cnut, having conspicuously failed to stop the tide from rising, 'that the power of kings is empty and worthless, and there is no king worthy of the name save Him by whose will heaven, earth and sea obey eternal laws.'2

their sacred tree, Irminsul,

immersing people from the surrounding countryside in the River Glen every day from sunrise until sunset.

Yeah, my dream would be to work for 6 months and then have 6 months to play, just snowboarding, surfing, and going to cool places to listen and be alone and kinda chill out.

Brower had pioneered the route up the most impressive of them, Shiprock in New Mexico); the amphitheater basins ringed

Up close, the Granite Reef Aqueduct seems almost too huge to be real. Where will all the water come from? From the air, however, the aqueduct and the river it diverts are reduced to insignificance by the landscape through which they flow

As night falls, the weary creatures of earth, And the woods and the frothing seas, Grow calm like the stars as they circle their course, And sleep with quiet ease. And so all creatures far and wide, From the craggy fields to the glassy lakes, Stretch and live 'neath the silent night, And sleep takes away their worries and aches. —VIRGIL, The Aeneid

Je suis né dans la ville d'Aubagne, sous le Garlaban couronné de chèvres, au temps des derniers chevriers.

Ils marchèrent toute la journée sur leurs ombres grandissantes.

He lived in the ancient house where he was born, at the bottom of a vallon in the hills, three hundred meters from Massacan, surrounded by a pine wood, the silence of solitude, the odor of resin, and the perfume of rosemary.

In the solitary farmhouse of the hills there was a great joy in life, much tenderness, and much hope.

Her sea-blue eyes shone behind curls that hid her brow, and all her face had that vivid radiance that is retained by ripe nectarines for only a day, but glows for three or four years on the smooth cheeks of young girls.

Habit is a second nature which prevents us from knowing the first, of which it has neither the cruelties nor the enchantments.

No doubt very few people understand the purely subjective nature of the phenomenon that we call love, or how it creates, so to speak, a supplementary person, distinct from the person whom the world knows by the same name, a person most of whose constituent elements are derived from ourselves.