Quotes About Nature

Life is not complex. We are complex. Life is simple, and the simple thing is the right thing.

They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.

There is evil in every human heart, which may remain latent, perhaps, through the whole of life; but circumstances may rouse it to activity.

As one looks across the barren stretches of the pack, it is sometimes difficult to realise what teeming life exists immediately beneath its surface.

The world is very lovely, and it's very horrible--and it doesn't care about your life or mine or anything else.

How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!

Water is the basis of life and the blue arteries of the earth! Everything in the non-marine environment depends on freshwater to survive.

Nothing in life is certain except death, taxes, and the second law of thermodynamics.

Holiness of heart and life. This is not the perfection of the human nature, but the holiness of the divine nature dwelling within.

I believe the approach of the artist and the approach of the environmentalist are fairly close in that both are, to a rather impressive degree, concerned with the affirmation of life.

Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain, surround us on every hand: life itself is the miracle of miracles.

A broad margin of leisure is as beautiful in a man's life as in a book.

Life originated in the sea, and about eighty percent of it is still there.

Imperfection is in some sort essential to all that we know in life.

I've lived in good climate, and it bores the hell out of me. I like weather rather than climate.

It's natural to die. The fact that we make such a big hullabaloo over it is all because we don't see ourselves as part of nature. We think because we're human we're something above nature.

In every change, in every falling leaf there is some pain, some beauty. And that's the way new leaves grow.

On one side, the mass of a mountain. A life I know. On the other, the universe of the clouds, so full of unknown that it seems empty to us. Too much space.

The power in which we must have faith if we would be well, is the creative and curative power which exists in every living thing.

Focus on this moment. Hold your hand and see what it feels like. Go look at some grass. Talk to a palm tree. Outrun a Ferrari. Experience life.

What a glorious thing is life, surrounded by the beauties of the world in which we live.

The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky The deer to the wholesome wold; And the heart of a man to the heart of a maid, As it was in the days of old.

Ah come on, these streams of light are not so subtle. All along the ditch, signs of life in sinking puddles!