Quotes About Nature

If I had to choose a religion, the sun as the universal giver of life would be my god.

It's the unconquerable soul of man, and not the nature of the weapon he uses, that ensures victory

The great mass of society are far from being depraved; for if a large majority were criminal or inclined to break the laws, where would the force or power be to prevent or constrain them? And herein is the real blessing of civilization, because this happy result has its origin in her bosom, growing out of her very nature.

Nature cannot be tricked or cheated. She will give up to you the object of your struggles only after you have paid her price.

Water, air, and cleanliness are the chief articles in my pharmacopoeia.

Man achieves in life only by commanding the capabilities nature has given him, or by creating them within himself by education and by knowing how to profit by the difficulties encountered.

If there is something in nature you don't understand, odds are it makes sense in a deeper way that is beyond your understanding. So there is a logic to natural things that is much superior to our own. Just as there is a dichotomy in law: 'innocent until proven guilty' as opposed to 'guilty until proven innocent', let me express my rule as follows: what Mother Nature does is rigorous until proven otherwise; what humans and science do is flawed until proven otherwise.

Water is always a support or a healing thing apart from, you know, love or peace of mind.

Cade la pioggia lenta ed uniforme Sui prati verdi e sulle rocce nere. Nell'aria si dileguan vaghe forme Velate di caligini leggere.

We are made of stardust; why not take a few moments to look up at the family album? "Most of the time, when people walk outside at night and see the stars, it's a big, pretty background, and it's not quite real," said the Caltech planetary scientist Michael Brown. "It doesn't occur to them that the pattern they see in the sky repeats itself once a year, or to appreciate why that's true.

You understand that photons representing all colors of the rainbow stream from the sun and strike the surface of the rose, but that, as a result of the molecular composition of pigments in the rose, it's the red photons that bounce off its petals and up to your eyes, and so you see red.

the body evolved to gather vegetables, not to become them, and who resists being absorbed entirely by the creamy perilife that is the desk-computer dyad, may decide, Feh, I'll forgo the pills, I'll take a walk, I'll lift a weight, I'll visit my daughter and offer to babysit her kids right now.

In a sense, evolution adheres to the classic twelve-step program: it takes things one day at a time. It does not strive for perfection; it does not strive at all. There is no progress, no plans, no scala natura , or scale of nature, that ranks organisms from lowly to superior, primitive to advanced.

For the record, the average penis is about 4 inches long when flaccid, 5.7 inches when erect. That's a bit bigger than the gorilla's 3-inch erection, but then there's the blue whale, the world's largest mammal, who has, yes, a 10-foot pole.)

We are made of stardust; why not take a few moments to look up at the family album?

Like all magnificent things, it's very simple.

Everything's a wheel, turning and turning, never stopping. The frogs is part of it, and the bugs, and the fish, and the wood thrush, too. And people. But never the same ones. Always coming in new, always growing and changing, and always moving on. That's the way it's supposed to be. That's the way it is.

You can't have living without dying. So you can't call it living, what we got. We just are, we just be, like rocks beside the road.

And suddenly, she longed for a thunderstorm.

For, through the twilight sounds of crickets and sighing trees, a faint, surprising wisp of music came floating to them and all three turned toward it, toward the wood.

with white dawns and glaring moons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.

I hunger and thirst so for a bed on the ground that, once freed, I don't believe I can ever go into New York chains again. What a problem-- to have a primeval soul and one's home in New York!

For us the sordid bargaining of our narrowed city lives, the fret and whirl of petty currents that bear us so far from our inner goal-- all were forgotten in that enchanted land.

wandering, roofless and free, over the sun-scorched deserts. . . for in them we quite lost the trail of the twentieth century and of our materialistic and commercial civilization. . . Even the wrinkles and crow's feet that lined our white faces . . . were burned away. In the silence of the desert and the sweep of pure winds our souls were washed clean, till we too seemed true children of the Earth-Mother and the Sky-Father.