Quotes About Nature

Your reading style will reveal your inner nature. The hesitant always turn the page to see what they missed on first reading, while the confident and focused minds have no time to waste.

You are 'gods'; you are all sons of the Most High" (Ps. 82:6). God has made us in His likeness and given each of us free will as a reflection of His own nature. He has created us to be His offspring. Therefore, He calls us "little gods.

Have I placed more value on my status or title than on my character? What perceptions do I have about myself, other people, and the world? Are they aligned with my purpose? Do they reflect the values I claim to have? What is my true nature, apart from my reputation? What values will I refuse to deny because, to do so, I would violate my ideals and ethics?

It may sound funny, but I love the South. I don't choose to live anywhere else. There's land here, where a man can raise cattle, and I'm going to do that someday. There are lakes where a man can sink a hook and fight bass. There is room here for my children to play, and grow, and become good citizens...

Does sound have rhythm? Does it rise and fall like the ocean? Does sound come and go like wind?

When we dance the earth trembles. When our steps fall on the earth we feel the shudder of life beneath us, and the earth feels the beating of our hearts, and we become one with the earth. We shall not sever ourselves from the earth. We must chant our being, and we must dance in time with the rhythms of the earth. We must keep the earth.

His mane is made of short rainbows.

How many lifeless things are placed each day between us and the living earth? A friend in Brooklyn told me that his little son had gone out to watch workmen breaking up a sidewalk. He was fascinated to see earth under the cement. He had never seen it before.

When the wild herds were destroyed, so too was the will of the Kiowa people; there was nothing to sustain them in spirit.

A hawk sailed past the sun, its shadow slithering in the grass.

I am a man of the ancient earth For I have known the desert at dawn.

I have walked in a mountain meadow bright with Indian paintbrush, lupine, and wild buckwheat, and I have seen high in the branches of a lodgepole pine the male pine grosbeak, round and rose-colored, its dark, striped wings nearly invisible in the soft, mottled light. And the uppermost branches of the tree seemed very slowly to ride across the blue sky.

Song of Longing Will you come to me now Thee white moon shines on the cornfields Evening falls among the melon rows The orange sun sets on the mountains The river runs sparkling on blue stones And the long reeds bend and sway I will welcome you with sweetgrass and sage Will you come to me now I sing in my heart of your coming I sing in my soul of your coming

Oh my brother, I hear your footsteps In the forest. They are strong and even; They sound the rhythm of your great heart.

Translate yourself to spirit; Be present on your journey. Keep to the trees and waters. Be the singing of the soil.

I could tell of the splintered sun. I could Articulate the night sky, had I words.

We humans must revere the earth, for it is our well-being. Always the earth grants us what we need. If we treat the earth with kindness, it will treat us kindly. If we give our belief to the earth, it will believe in us. There is no better blessing than to be believed in.

It is in human nature to pray. It is appropriate that we lay our words upon the earth. And so: Great Mystery, you who dwell in the endless beyond, you who spoke the first word and made of your breath the mountains and the waters, the trees and the grasses, the man and the woman and the child, hear me in my small voice. I am your thankful creature.

I am Tsoai-talee, Rock Tree Boy, and I will carry that name to the end of the world and beyond. I will keep to the trees and waters, and I will be the singing of the soil. In my truest being I am a keeper of the earth. I will tell the ancient stories and I will sing the holy songs. I belong to the land.

There are things in nature which engender an awful quiet in the heart of man; Devils Tower is one of them. Man must account for it. He must never fail to explain such a thing to himself, or else he is estranged forever from the universe.

A tectonic plate's got to do what a tectonic plate's got to do.

when people cease to be surrounded by beauty, they cease to hope.

The garden is far less likely to grow weeds if we have been planting flowers.

The myth of progress fails because it doesn't in fact work; because it would never solve evil retrospectively; and because it underestimates the nature and power of evil itself and thus fails to see the vital importance of the cross, God's no to evil, which then opens the door to his yes to creation.