Quotes About Nature

It is quite possible to leave your home for a walk in the early morning air and return a different person – beguiled, enchanted.

Miracles are not contrary to nature, but only contrary to what we know about nature." Saint Augustine (354–430) THEOLOGIAN AND CATHOLIC BISHOP

MICHAEL BERNARD BECKWITH You can begin right now to feel healthy. You can begin to feel prosperous. You can begin to feel the love that's surrounding you, even if it's not there. And what will happen is the universe will correspond to the nature of your song. The universe will correspond to the nature of that inner feeling and manifest, because that's the way you feel.

You may think that the real world is made up of living things and dead things. But in the universe everything is alive and nothing is dead. The stars, sun, planets, earth, air, water, fire , and every object you see is seething with life.

You could be grateful for your home, your family, your friends, your work, and your pets. You could be thankful for the sun, the water that you drink, the food that you eat, and the air that you breathe; without any of them you wouldn't be alive. You could be grateful for the trees, the animals, the oceans, the birds, the flowers, the plants, blue skies, rain, the stars, the moon, and our beautiful planet Earth.

They might be beautiful memories, future events, funny moments, nature, a person you love, or your favorite music. Your Secret Shifters are unique to you, and you need to have a list of them to turn to, because different things will shift you at different times, and if one doesn't work, another will.

There's nothing wrong with hunting, in its place. But there are many preferable occupations when in the presence of a young woman.

Necessities for all manner of healing in the herb garden: Hyssop, Wormwood, Rue, Coriander, Pasqueflower, Rosemary, St John's Wort, Costmary, Lady's Mantle, Lady's Bedstraw, Angelica, Heartsease, Lily of the Valley, Marigold, Milk Thistle, Thyme, Sweet Woodruff. To these I plan to add, as time permits: Wood Betony, Comfrey, Coltsfoot, Cowslip, Hawthorn, Lavender, Lemon Balm, Meadowsweet, Sage, Valerian, Yarrow and Winter Savory.

He tried to get up and move, but a searing pain from his leg shot through him. The last thing he heard before he blacked out was the song of a bird, greeting the dawn.

A peacock was calling from the copse nearby—that unearthly shriek that sounds like a soprano being killed with a saw.

Clearly the world wasn't as natural as we had always assumed. Someone or something had designed it, a joker perhaps, or if geology really was responsible, then blind physical forces had no less a sense of humour than the gods, which is not implausible.

Slow and the world will reveal itself, his father had once said during a walk in the woods, explaining how chaotic and fast things had become, how the world is harder to understand because it operates at a speed non-conducive to humanity and how in hectic moments the act of slowing down, closing your eyes, taking a breath, offers a fresh perspective.

THE COWS DON'T LOOK UP

las serpientes viven con el veneno adentro de sus cuerpos sin haberlo decidido

las mujeres son como las ranas, que por una que zambulle salen cuatro a flor de agua.

Quando, Lídia, vier o nosso Outono, com o Inverno que há nele, reservemos um pensamento, não para a futura Primavera, que é de outrem nem para o estio, de quem somos mortos, senão para o que fica do que passa o amarelo atual que as folhas vivem e as torna diferentes.

Vem sentar-te comigo, Lídia, à beira do rio. Sossegadamente, fitemos o seu curso e aprendamos Que a vida passa, e não estamos de mãos enlaçadas. Enlacemos as mãos...

Druids always pick the hard way; it encourages natural selection.

But alpacas don't lay eggs!

You may have heard of the one called Chute, on Mars, who wrote a novel called Waste, a metaphysical detective novel about the nature of life and waste that featured Smeg, the detective.

To be free means always leaving...or returning to a place where leaves never fall.

Your brain is a forest, And the nerves are trees. When the branches touch, Snaps jumps between the leaves.

There were ghosts in the wind, whispers from the snow or the invisible meltwater flowing beneath.

The night sky was clear, but he drew clouds across it, combers that roiled like waves above him.