Quotes About Nature

Breastfeeding is a mother's gift to herself, her baby and the earth.

They say sweethearts and squabbles are like flowers and rain. Takes both to make it springtime.

She looked at him and realized that she loved him, out of nowhere, pure and simple. She loved him: this boy who fit so naturally in the water, the wild, and in everything else. She loved him: this boy who seemed to grow up out of the ground itself. There was a part of her that had known this from the first time she had seen him. This was what love was: a landslide in your heart.

Ephemerals: That's what Hub called them; flowers that bloomed and died in a matter of weeks, before the trees leafed out and shaded them. She liked the way the word sounded in her head. I am an ephemeral. It made her feel like something passing and precious.

like the free-blowing wind and the matchless sun, love couldn't be adequately defined or explained!

The two pigeons killed had just given birth. And now the baby pigeon doesn't know who he is. He is going through an identity crisis.

Forse la percezione del mondo non dipende dai luoghi, ma dall'andatura. Se vai lento, ovunque tu sia nella fascia temperata del Globo, le tue notti si popoleranno di grilli, belati, fumo di legno, erbe aromatiche, stelle. D'inverno ti addormenterai circondato di luce lunare fredda, odore di lana infeltrita e letame, tè bollenti e sogni caldi, quelli dove le persone hanno odore e sapore. In una parola, la vita.

La mappa dice che vado verso il Nord tra due regioni storiche, la Carelia e la Botnia. Due mondi diversi, parrebbe, ma a destra e sinistra vedo gli stessi laghi e gli stessi nevai

In my soul, I am still that small child who did not care about anything else but the beautiful colors of a rainbow.

Many have said of Alchemy, that it is for the making of gold and silver. For me such is not the aim, but to consider only what virtue and power may lie in medicines.

The art of healing comes from nature, not from the physician. Therefore the physician must start from nature, with an open mind.

Once a disease has entered the body, all parts which are healthy must fight it: not one alone, but all. Because a disease might mean their common death. Nature knows this and Nature attacks the disease with whatever help she can muster.

All things are poisons, for there is nothing without poisonous qualities. It is only the dose which makes a thing poison.

Thoughts are free and subject to no rule. On them rests the freedom of man, and they tower above the light of nature...create a new heaven, a new firmament, a new source of energy from which new arts flow.

Man is a microcosm, or a little world, because he is an extract from all the stars and planets of the whole firmament, from the earth and the elements; and so he is their quintessence.

Magic is natural, for nature itself is magic.

All things are poison, and nothing is without poison.

Poison is in everything, and no thing is without poison. The dosage makes either a poison or a remedy.

When I was younger, my family would go camping and fishing on our ranches. My dad loves being around all kinds of animals. He's the one who got me to be a really big animal lover.

The soft, fluttering cry of a barn owl rose over the churchyard. Silent men flowed out of the dark.

If we lived close to nature in an agricultural society, the seasons as metaphor and fact would continually frame our lives. But the master metaphor of our era does not come from agriculture - it comes from manufacturing. We do not believe that we 'grow' our lives - we believe that we 'make' them. Just listen to how we use the word in everyday speech: we make time, make friends, make meaning, make money, make a living, make love.

The human self also has a nature, limits as well as potentials. If you seek vocation without understanding the material you are working with, what you build with your life will be ungainly and may well put lives in peril, your own and some of those around you. 'Faking it' in the service of high values is no virtue and has nothing to do with vocation. It is an ignorant, sometimes arrogant, attempt to override one's nature, and it will always fail.

I have been astonished to see how nature uses devastation to stimulate new growth, slowly but persistently healing her own wounds.

One dwells with God by being faithful to one's nature. One crosses God by trying to be something one is not. Reality-including one's own-is divine, to be not defied but honored.