Quotes About Nature

The only difference between a satyr and a faun," I said, "is what we see in them. And what they see in themselves. Plant this tree somewhere special." I looked up at the dryads. "Tend it and make it grow healthy and tall. This was Don the faun, a hero.

Feel the wrath of wheat!

Typical," Pear muttered. "The killers are remembered as heroes. The growers are forgotten. Except by us nature spirits.

Rainbows, very macho -Leo

God's glory is best seen in Jesus Christ. He, the Light of the World, illuminates God's nature. Because of Jesus, we are no longer in the dark about what God is really like. The Bible says, "The Son is the radiance of God's glory."5 Jesus came to earth so we could fully understand God's glory. "The Word became human and lived among us. We saw his glory … a glory full of grace and truth.

Learning to love unselfishly is not an easy task. It runs counter to our self-centered nature. That's why we're given a lifetime to learn it.

Where is the glory of God? Just look around. Everything created by God reflects his glory in some way. We see it everywhere, from the smallest microscopic form of life to the vast Milky Way, from sunsets and stars to storms and seasons. Creation reveals our Creator's glory. In nature we learn that God is powerful, that he enjoys variety, loves beauty, is organized, and is wise and creative. The Bible says, "The heavens declare the glory of God." 1

A garden, as far as Teddy could see, was nature tamed and constrained by artifice.

It seemed an odd coincidence, but then that was the nature of coincidence, Juliet supposed--it always seemed odd.

Frobisher should perhaps have realized that Lottie was a woman who was resistant to salvage. She had risen and fallen like the tide, but she seemed to favour the ebb rather than the flow.

trying to restore some kind of natural balance of humors in the world.

The beauty of the pearl was just the poor oyster trying to protect itself from the grit. From the truth...

This was beauty too. Was there anything in nature that wasn't?

Murder and suicide aren't genetic ,' Julia said, scoffing sandwiches in the Black Swan in Helmsley after their visit to Rievaulx Terraces. 'Nathan isn't predisposed to tragedy.' Jackson wasn't so sure about that but he kept that thought to himself.

It was impossible to instruct on the subject of beauty, of course. It simply was.

hooligan posse of gulls wheeled noisily overhead

Shropshire, the fatlands of Gloucestershire

And the English soul, if it resided anywhere, was surely in some unheroic back garden—a patch of lawn, a bed of roses, a row of runner beans.

Terence Smith. Graham's golem, formed from the slime at the bottom of a pond of lowlifes somewhere in the Midlands.

the dogs had got into the graveyard and were now moving like Hoovers across the ground, their noses down, their tails up, their small dog brains consumed with the idea of uncharted territory and a thousand new scents.

There was no point in preserving the earth, Ms. MacDonald explained in a kindly tone, because the Last Judgment couldn't occur until every last thing on the planet had been destroyed, every tree, every flower, every river. Every last eagle and owl and panda, the sheep in the fields, the leaves on the trees, the rising of the sun, and the running of the deer. Everything. And Ms. MacDonald was looking forward to that.

Was there a poet who hadn't written about skylarks?

There was just a beautiful, unearthly silence. He thought of the wood and the bluebells, the owl and the fox, a Hornby train trundling around his bedroom floor, the smell of a cake baking in the oven. The skylark ascending on his thread of song. F-Fox

man is a god in ruins. When men are innocent, life shall be longer, and shall pass into the immortal, as gently as we awake from dreams." RALPH WALDO EMERSON, Nature