Quotes About Nature

The boy came to believe that going west was more than just a fancy for someplace new. He came to see it as a part of his soul, a missing piece that could only be made whole on some far-off mountain or plain.

And if Glass believed in a god, surely it resided in this great western expanse. Not a physical presence, but an idea, something beyond man's ability to comprehend, something larger. The

He stood there on the high rampart for a long time that night, listening to the Missouri and staring at the stars. He wondered at the source of the waters, of the mighty Big Horns whose tops he had seen but never touched. He wondered at the stars and the heavens, comforted by their vastness against his own small place in the world. Finally he climbed down from the ramparts and went inside, quickly finding the sleep that had eluded him before.

Le géant poussa un dernier soupir et mourut à la clarté des étoiles de la plaine.

Glass spotted another dog by the creek, and this one he did not spare. Soon he had a fire burning in the center of the hut. Part of the dog he roasted on a spit over the fire and part he boiled in the kettle. He threw corn into the pot with the dog meat and continued his search through the village.

His awe of the mountains grew in the days that followed, as the Yellowstone River led him nearer and nearer. Their great mass was a marker, a benchmark fixed against time itself. Others might feel disquiet at the notion of something so much larger than themselves. But for Glass, there was a sense of sacrament that flowed from the mountains like a font, an immortality that made his quotidian pains seem inconsequential

Blood oozed from deep puncture wounds at his neck and shoulder. His right arm flopped unnaturally. From the middle of his back to his waist, the bear's raking claws left deep, parallel cuts. It reminded Harris of tree trunks he had seen where bears mark their territory, only these marks were etched in flesh instead of wood. On the back of Glass's thigh, blood seeped through his buckskin breeches. Harris

Truth is beautiful and divine no matter how humble its origin.

Michael Ray Taylor

The morning slathers its whatever across the thing.

You try to understand human behavior. You try to explain it. Not me. I know we're smaller than gorillas, bigger than chimps, worse than both of them and, for all our rationality, our rules and laws, our baser drives are still straight out of the jungle.

As a forensic psychologist, I have met killers and psychopaths and sociopaths, but I refuse to define people as being good or evil. Wrongdoing is an absence of something good rather than something fated, or written in our DNA, or forced upon us by shitty parents, or careless teachers, or cruel friendships. Evil is not a state, it is a 'property', and when a person is in possession of enough 'property', it sometimes begins to define them.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, / And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

His freckles have faded but must riot every summer across his nose and cheeks.

Like pigeons.' 'What's so mysterious about pigeons?' 'They're always the same size. You never see baby pigeons or old-age pigeons.

Gehen Sie nie zu einem Arzt, dem in der Praxis die Pflanzen gestorben sind.«

Plainly stated, I believe consciousness is an instinct.

The list is long, and we humans seem to have more instincts than other creatures.

Classical theorists (foremost John Locke, a British philosopher greatly admired by the founders) captured the predicament in the idea of a preconstitutional "state of nature." In that state, Locke contended, free and equal persons hold broad rights to life, liberty, and property. However, they lack the means of enforcing those rights.

Nature itself rests on an internal foundation of archetypal principles symbolized by numbers, shapes, and their arithmetic and geometric relationships.

Anything anyone can point to in nature is composed of small patterns and is a part of larger ones.

When the lessons of symbolic or philosophical mathematics seen in nature, which were designed into religious architecture or art, are applied functionally (not just intellectually) to facilitate the growth and transformation of consciousness, then mathematics may rightly be called "sacred.

Our role as geometers is to discover the inherent proportion, balance, and harmony that exist in any situation.

The opening compass represents the first manifestation of God's light and Brahma's voice, illuminating and vibrating the universe into existence, as expanding states of self-awareness, which we call "nature.