Quotes About Nature

Anything we must assume in order to function in the world is part of general revelation. The undeniable facts of experience reflect the created structure of physical nature or human nature, or both.

why should we acquiesce in letting philosophical naturalists prescribe the definition of science itself? The only reason for restricting science to methodological naturalism is if we assume from the outset that philosophical naturalism is true—that nature is a closed system of cause and effect. But if it is not true, then restricting science to naturalistic theories is not a good strategy for getting at the truth.47

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He didn't try to explain ozone to her, or how raindrops hit rocks, releasing the fragrance of oils that plants had rubbed on them, or how spores in the ground give up their own earthy scent in the rain. He just took her out and let her sniff and sniff until she admitted that, yes, it smelled good outside after a thunderstorm.

The devaluation of woman represents a necessary stage in the history of humanity, for it is not upon her positive value but upon man's weakness that her prestige is founded. In woman are incarnated the disturbing mysteries of nature, and man escapes her told when he frees himself from nature.

Young people are trying to live out a worldview that does not match their true nature, and it is tearing them apart with its pain and heartache.

In late summer, when sprays of purple loosestrife, goldenrod, and ripening cranberries burst into color along the old road cutting through the Great Marsh of West Barnstable on Cape Cod, the air vibrated with the drumbeat of cicadas, the caws of seagulls and geese.

Then, as we turned the final curve past the abandoned little hamlet of Ballydubh, with the village almost out of sight, he forced me to turn around and take in the full sweep of the mountains and the sea. "And there", he said, "is your An Clohan. You had best said good-bye, now.

Three mysteries are grasped by no man: The mistletoe green between earth and sky, The sadness in a maiden's smile, The runes shaped by the changing moon.

In the blue sky overhead, larks sang like my heart.

Etty saw Rowan, daughter of Robin Hood, lifting her green kirtle, her brown braid lashing like a wildcat's tail as she tried to run.

Ginger Tangle had nothing against nature. She often stopped to notice the sky, clouds particularly, but also hawks circling and the dissipating puffy trails of planes. But today was different. Today, in the parking lot at the summit of Mount Washington, as she gazed at the granite ledges perched over sheer drops only inches from where her disgruntled teenage daughter stood, what she felt was hypertension. She could hear it, her heartbeat pulsing in her ears.

We walked single file around the lake, inhaling the unmistakable smell of life poised and ready - fish stirring under the ice, green bulbs awakening below the ground. Soon the water would be free, the leaves would unfold like handkerchiefs, the flowers swell with pollen, the butterflies return. The risks of spring were still trapped under the ice but one good thaw and they would be released.

Sophie felt as if she were encased in a glass globe called summer.

It can change the way you feel about things," Eleanor reminded her. "A walk by the sea is always good for the soul.

Mom said when she brought us beachcombing? She told us to always believe in something more. She told us to look at what was right in front of us, and we'd see that even a grain of sand was a miracle. That even a bit of glass was a message, that the universe was full of tricks and clues and signs.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea —e. e. cummings, "maggie and milly and molly and may

The land doesn't know who owns it. It was here before owners, and will be here after, content with itself in all seasons.

The waves had already washed away her footprints. But the tide had left something: a small creamy rock shaped like a heart, polished into a dull gleam by sand and water. Emma picked it up and held it in her hand. Her mother would say: The sea has given you a sign.

I had to laugh at the arrogance of anyone who had ever thought that human beings have conquered the earth.

There is a part in each of us which holds fast to the old truth: either you are the hunter or you are the prey. Learn which you are. Act accordingly. Your life depends upon it.

It follows that there are two ways for the nature and use of human power to change. One is that an order might issue from the palace, a command unto the people saying 'It is thus.' But the other, the more certain, the more inevitable, is that those thousand thousand points of light should each send a new message. When the people change, the palace cannot hold.

The night birds were calling.

We are electrical. The power travels within us as it does in nature.