Quotes About Nature

contemporaine. Aristote plaide déjà pour un régime républicain où l'autorité s'exerce par la loi et non par la force. Athènes, modèle premier de la démocratie, conjure le recours à la violence. Et Confucius, dans la Chine ancienne, plaide pour la loi liant harmonieusement et pacifiquement l'homme à la nature. C'est à partir de la Renaissance qu'en Occident analyses et énergies convergent pour juguler le

It was all a cottage is supposed to be, small and snug, with a front porch, pink climbing roses, and lots of trees for shade.

The sky was a rich cloudless blue, the air still and dry, the maple trees glowing with glorious reds and oranges and yellows, and everywhere on Gardam Street squirrels bustled about with self-importance, burying their nuts in the most unlikely places.

Then that night there was an early frost, and by Sunday morning, autumn had truly arrived. The sky was a rich cloudless blue, the air still and dry, the maple trees glowing with glorious reds and oranges and yellows, and everywhere on Gardam Street squirrels bustled about with self-importance, burying their nuts in the most unlikely places.

All was at peace while Batty picked flowers and hummed a song about kangaroos.

It wasn't a rock. It was a dog's rubber bone, left behind months ago to be buried first under autumn leaves, then winter snow. Just an old rubber bone, but Batty was already braced for what she knew would come—the rushing in her ears, the stab in her stomach, and the seeping away of the colors from her world. The soft blue spring sky, the yellow forsythia hedge, even Ben's bright red hair—all dulled, all gray and wretched.

Fire, Sun, Sand, and Sea, Listen now and hear my plea. Humbly do I ask of thee, Please bring what I wish to me.

Just in case Skye finished with Birches and attempted to scrub the beach.

Batty ran up, her hands cupped together. "I caught one named Horatio," she said, and spread open her hands. A lightning bug balanced uncertainly on her thumb. "Look, he's blinking," said Jane. "He's trying to tell us something in Morse code." "What?" asked Batty. "Please... let... me... go," said Jane.

Jeanne Birdsall

Jeanne Birdsall

Mais il faut prier n'importe où, et dans la nature en particulier. Dans la nature il y a cet ordre de la création qui me fascine. Quand je pense que les bourgeons se mettent en place au mois de septembre pour que les lilas fleurissent au mois de mai! C'est prodigieux! C'est merveilleux. Pour moi cette organisation de la nature, à la fois visible et invisible, si minutieuse et si riche, ne peut venir que de Dieu.

People didn't make life, so they can't destroy it. Even if we were to wipe out every bit of life in the world, we can't touch the place life comes from. Whatever made the plants and animals and people spring up in the first place will always be there, and life will spring up again.

Wouldn't it be strange, she thought, to have a blue sky? But she liked the way it looked. It would be beautiful - a blue sky.

They lifted their faces to the astonishing warmth. The sky arched over them, a pale, clear blue. Lina felt as though a lid that had been on her all her life had been lifted off. Light and air rushed though her, making a song, like the songs of Ember, only it was a song of joy. She looked at Doon and saw that he was smiling and crying at the same time, and she realized that she was, too.

He says I'm beautiful as a red tomato

If I'm going to be working out here in a place that at least feels like the middle of nowhere, I'm going to need access to the outside world. It's important to have access. Solitude is one thing, but you could turn into the Unabomber if you don't have some connection to people.

Every aspect of every minute of the day--rain without surcease spilling out of the black and liquid sky; sloughed, fierce sweeps of wind; the swollen, silt-ridden, ever-swiftening river; the torturing midges; the ghostly mists like amorphous shifts of sorrow--all had acted in perfect scheme to chasten desire. Nought, though, can ever fully dry the angler's heart of it.

One time I saw a tiny Joshua tree sapling growing not too far from the old tree. I wanted to dig it up and replant it near our house. I told Mom that I would protect it from the wind and water it every day so that it could grow nice and tall and straight. Mom frowned at me. "You'd be destroying what makes it special," she said. "It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty.

Nobody's perfect. We're all just one step up from the beasts and one step down from the angels.

If you want to be reminded of the love of the Lord, just watch the sunrise.

People are like animals. Some are happiest penned in, some need to roam free. You go to recognize what's in her nature and accept it.

Those shining stars, he liked to point out, were one of the special treats for people like us who lived out in the wilderness. Rich city folks, he'd say, lived in fancy apartments, but their air was so polluted they couldn't even see the stars. We'd have to be out of our minds to want to trade places with any of them.

There's more in the earth than anyone knows. We'll find wonders.