Quotes About Nature

Human judges can show mercy. But against the laws of nature, there is no appeal.

The law of nature bids a man not starve in the midst of plenty, and forbids his being punished for taking food wherever he can find it. Your law of nature is sitting at Westminster.

If aught of oaten stop or pastoral songMay hope, O pensive Eve, to soothe thine ear.

I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.

Gardening imparts an organic perspective on the passage of time.

Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations, who had else Like kindred drops been mingled into one.

Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

God made the country, and man made the town.

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.

I praise the Frenchman [La Bruyère], his remark was shrewd—How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!But grant me still a friend in my retreatWhom I may whisper—solitude is sweet.

Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.

Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,Some boundless contiguity of shade,Where rumor of oppression and deceit,Of unsuccessful or successful war,Might never reach me more.

Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.

Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.

Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.

The tide of life, swift always in its course, May run in cities with a brisker force, But nowhere with a current so serene, Or half so clear, as in the rural scene.

God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm.

Nature is but a name for an effect whose cause is God"...

My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. 'Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can, To muse on the perishing pleasures of man; Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments I see, Have a being less durable even than he.

Sas soon as we label something as "natural", we attach to it the powerful implication that any change from its current state would degrade and damage the way it is "supposed" to be

As soon as we label something as "natural", we attach to it the powerful implication that any change from its current state would degrade and damage the way it is "supposed" to be.

The dream of an unworked natural landscape is very much the fantasy of people who have never themselves had to work the land to make a living.

Killing was a relatively simple matter--a blow to the head, a knife to the throat--complicated only by how much one cared about the pain or terrors animals felt in dying.... The animal also died a second death. Severed from the form in which it had lived, severed from the act that had killed it, it vanished from human memory as one of nature's creatures.