Quotes About Nature

When you are called to a sick man, be sure you know what the matter is — if you do not know, nature can do a great deal better than you can guess.

Maybe that's nature's way. Making people you once loved less lovable, so that it won't be so hard when they go.

Just as they had followed the buffalo across the plains, wolves now followed it, in a few short years, to the brink of extinction.

A fundamental element of human nature is the need for creative work, for creative enquiry, for free creation.'1 Noam Chomsky

Trees are contrivances for lofting bacteria skyward to give them a clear view of a yellow dwarf.

Yet the distinctive nature of that 'privileging' is the convergence of priesthood and suffering, for as Davies also observes: 'If Christian interpreters have tended to see priesthood in terms of missionary service, a typically Jewish reading is to see it in terms of suffering.

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there is nothing around it save green grass, deciduous

It is true, mountains everywhere are mountains, water everywhere is water, sky everywhere is sky, and men everywhere are men. But nevertheless, if seated before the Alps, you attempt to picture the Himalayas, something inexplicable but convincing will be lacking.

Poems do seem to want to announce, over and over, that life's warm zephyrs are blowing past and the gravestones are just beyond the next rise. Little groupings of gravestones, all leaning and cracked, with a rusty black Victorian fence around them. They're just over that rise. Poets never want to forget that. And actually we need to hear that sometimes.

no animal likes to be pecked on the anus by a duck.

As the red leaf warns: winter will be with us soon enough. If only I could bottle a little of this sunshine up and open it in January, like jam

So I'm to duel with a snake-hope I can manage to be a good enough impersonation of a mongoose.

Move fluidly by earth of water and stop to listen to the wind as it whispers your whereabouts. . . Savour the path and enjoy the sun.

For a cat is just a cat, and cannot change its nature.

You and I come custom-equipped in much the same way. They don't call babies bundles of joy for nothing.

The butcher bird makes its noise And asks you to agree With its brutal nesting habits And its pointless savagery Now, the nightingale sings to you And raises up the ante I put one hand on your round ripe heart And the other down your panties

And she moves among the sparrows. And she floats upon the breeze. She moves among the flowers. She moves something deep inside of me

I saw it written and I saw it sayPink moon is on its wayAnd none of you stand so tallPink moon's gonna get you all.

And the movement in your brain Sends you out into the rain

I woke early like a condemned man to the naivety of birdsong.

We got him to talk to a psych doctor once, the doctor asked if he heard things other people don't. Sure, Paul answered, I hear birds in the morning when everyone's sleeping, I hear trees rustling when no one's around.

inside us, a flower taken whole, a field built inside.

When we gaze into the adoring eyes of a canine companion, we're staring at the carefully muted and shaped soul of a wolf.