Quotes About Nature

Pour mon puissant amour et mon plus fort dédain comme on verrait dans un vaste miroir sans tain s'attirer et se nuire des poules bigarrées je vois le lys profond, la rose qui succombe au poids fécond de ses entrailles, circuler le touriste, photographe égaré parmi l'herbe fleurie des tombes. Je suis mourant d'avoir compris que notre terre n'est d'aucun prix.

Je regarde à travers mes pleurs. Ici la mort a pour voisine la croissance des palmiers nains : Ton corbillard, ô ma Delphine ! n'est qu'un oiseau des boulingrins. Quand je fus fatigué de larmes, las des voyages et malheurs, un coin de violettes de Parme avança le pied du Seigneur.

La mort est un printemps qui n'est pas éphémère.

Nature is God's first missionary. Where there is no Bible there are sparkling stars. Where there are not preachers there are spring times... If a person has nothing but nature, then nature is enough to reveal something about God.

The grasshoppers are all right.

Science cannot solve the ultimate mystery of nature. And that is because, in the last analysis, we ourselves are a part of the mystery that we are trying to solve.

An experiment is a question which science poses to Nature and a measurement is the recording of Nature's answer.

This is one of man's oldest riddles. How can the independence of human volition be harmonized with the fact that we are integral parts of a universe which is subject to the rigid order of nature's laws?

Nature never undertakes any change unless her interests are served by an increase in entropy.

The habit of the religious way of thinking has biased our mind so grievously that we are – terrified at ourselves in our nakedness and naturalness; it has degraded us so that we deem ourselves depraved by nature, born devils.

When forces of nature are involved, fate gets all the blame.

From the soft bluff, I could hear the rush of the river above the hum of locusts. A fingernail sliver of moon laid out the highway gray and bent. The Little Dipper tilted. I struck a match and lit the green stem. When it sizzled, I threw it high and far, exploding the whole summer.

My mother has told me once and for all the useful parts. She will add nothing unless powered by necessity, a riverbank that guides her life. She plants vegetable gardens rather than lawns; she carries the odd-shaped tomatoes home from the field and eats food left for the gods.

Something went crabwiseacross the snow this morning.

I took the lake between my legs.

Our Parents were gods and monsters at the same time. Maybe we're all like that- gods and monsters

There are no wizards and no spells. Just men and women and money and the earth the way it always was.

The dandelion. Where will you find another prodigal so merry or so golden or so wasteful, pouring out treasure down the sides of hills and cupping it in valleys?

A waterfall hurdled its crazed parabola between gray rocks, flying into a stifled scream of motion far below.

Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the color of the wind.

The mists hung on the craggy hills and the sky was a rainbow of crystalline colors.

Gardening gives one back a sense of proportion about everything — except itself.

Does anything in nature despair except man? An animal with a foot caught in a trap does not seem to despair. It is too busy trying to survive. It is all closed in, to a kind of still, intense waiting. Is this a key? Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.