Quotes About Nature

Todas as manhãs a gazela acorda sabendo que tem que correr mais veloz que o leão ou será morta. Todas as manhãs o leão acorda sabendo que deve correr mais rápido que a gazela ou morrerá de fome. Não importa se és um leão ou uma gazela: quando o Sol desponta o melhor é começares a correr.

He who seeks eternity should look at the sky, he who seeks the moment, should look at the cloud.

How I want to see the mountains, rivers, sunshine, and ruined fortresses! Let the wind course over us until we become beautiful

The great ideas arise when you give freedom," declared the Rockefeller Foundation's Warren Weaver—"freedom to think, freedom from other pressures—to individuals of great intellectual capacity . . . and let them be motivated primarily by their curiosity to find out how nature operates.

We are by our nature caught up in the grandest mystery, our relationship to God, and also in the mystery most immediate to any of us, our own being.

The central miscalculation of the Religious Right has been its failure to recognize the real nature of the battle, how long it's been waged, and the high price we've been willing to pay for entry into the political theater. I write as an evangelical Christian who once believed that America is a Christian nation that lost its way. I'm still an evangelical Christian, but I no longer believe that this nation, or any nation in this fallen world, can truly be 'under God.

He had fallen in love with this wild, beautiful country and everything it contained. It was the kind of love people dream of having with other people: selfless and free of doubt, reverent and everlasting.

Lieutenant Dunbar had fallen in love. He had fallen in love with this wild, beautiful country and everything it contained. It was the kind of love people dream of having with other people: selfless and free of doubt, reverent and everlasting. His

Il tenente Dumbar non era realmente inghiottito. Ma quella fu la prima parola che gli si fissò in mente. Tutto era immenso. Quel vasto cielo azzurro senza una nube. Quell'oceano d'erba che ondeggiava al vento. Null'altro, fino a dove riusciva a spingere lo sguardo. Non una pista, non una traccia di sochi lasciati da altre ruote che il carro potesse seguire. Solo lo spazio, assoluto e vuoto

In New York City, a lot of people think 'the great outdoors' is the area between your front door and a taxi cab.

The average lawn is an interesting beast: people plant it, then douse it with artificial fertilizers and dangerous pesticides to make it grow and to keep it uniform-all so that they can hack and mow what they encouraged to grow. And woe to the small yellow flower that rears its head!

Glance at the sun. See the moon and the stars. Gaze at the beauty of eath's greenings. Now, think.

I woke up wanting to read a poem by that name, and I found one with a lifeguard's chair, a broken shell, gulls watching egrets, home an ocean away.

Even the simplest of God's animals argue and fret over position and authority… asserting, sometimes with force, just who deserves what. The difference is, of course, that the wars of the chickens won't ever break the world.

The technology to control and destroy people always has in it the seeds of tyranny, and is forever subject to the lowest angels of human nature.

There, by that water which is also beyond, two black wings turn in their mirror, the mirror the tree makes above them, and then break with the incomplete torture of the shade descending.

I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display.

The giant fish devours the living and the dead and the inanimate. Bottles, tin cans, cuckoo clocks, truck tires, a whole sheep, an intact Newfoundland dog with its collar on, have all been taken from the stomach of white.

There's a harmony flowing through everything: art, music, shape. Sometimes you can just feel the way things are and ought to be.

I'm a competitive person and it is in my nature to try hard in every match I play. The only time I'm not competitive is when I'm playing against my mom.

Just because the rose died on the vine, doesn't mean it lied to you when it was in bloom.

The planet has survived everything, in its time. It will certainly survive us.

Life will find a way.

Discovery is always rape of the natural world. Always.