Quotes About Nature

With a country boy's love of open spaces, he hated anything confined or cluttered

He had long lived with the knowledge of man's sinful nature.

By his mid-thirties, he had installed a telegraph wire between home and office so that he could spend three or four afternoons each week at home, planting trees, gardening, and enjoying the sunshine.

nature is more imaginative than we are.

Science has been effective at furthering our understanding of nature because the scientific ethos is based on three key principles: (1) follow the evidence wherever it leads; (2) if one has a theory, one needs to be willing to try to prove it wrong as much as one tries to prove that it is right; (3) the ultimate arbiter of truth is experiment, not the comfort one derives from one's a priori beliefs, nor the beauty or elegance one ascribes to one's theoretical models.

Nevertheless, all of these phenomena imply that, under the right conditions, not only can nothing become something, it is required to.

While the nature of this radiation will give no information whatsoever on what fell into the black hole

The tapestry that science weaves in describing the evolution of our universe is richer and far more fascinating than any revelatory images or imaginative stories that humans have concocted. Nature comes up with surprises that far exceed those that the human imagination can generate.

La realidad debe primar sobre las relaciones públicas, pues no se puede engañar a la naturaleza.   RICHARD P. FEYNMAN (1918-1988)

A god who can create the laws of nature can presumably also circumvent them at will. Although why they would have been circumvented so liberally thousands of years ago, before the invention of modern communication instruments that could have recorded them, and not today, is still something to wonder about.

there were only fifteen thousand polar bears in the world, and five billion of me. To let one of them devour my all-too-common flesh would, if only slightly, help adjust the grievous imbalance.

Once when I looked up, I happened to see a sea eagle poised on magisterial wings above the knurled summit of the mountain behind my tent. It was a scene of peerless tranquility, tossed out in Nature's devil-may-care way, which says: Just open your eyes, my friend, and I'll astonish you every minute of your life.

He looked up at the dark line of trees and breathed in slowly, smelling wild garlic, mulched leaves, a fox den somewhere and a sweeter scent. Fruit blossom, he thought. Then that small mystery was eclipsed by a larger one. A stranger scent hid among the blossom, sweet and resinous at once. Lilies, John thought, drawing the scent deeper. Lilies mixed with pitch.

Everything around us, including the delicate balance in nature that makes life on Earth possible, makes it clear: Our world didn't "just happen." Our world was designed, and even today Earth is guided and protected by God.

Earth alone in all the solar system contains a "zone of life." Only here can water remain liquid, and oxygen abounds in free, active form. While all this may seem odd to people who do not believe in God, nothing about the Earth seems odd to the Christians. The Bible tells us that: The earth is the LORD 's, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it; for he founded it upon the seas and established it upon the waters. PSALM 24:1–2

Some people carry this philosophy too far. They look at the damage mankind does to the natural world, and they forget that humans are animals as well, and also deserving of reverence.

Will and I will walk along the beach in Gloucester, and I'll hear him shout over the wind, Cameron, let's go home, and I'll know that this is what you live for --to hear someone say, Let's go home, to hear someone you love call your name.

Don't be sad that roses have thorns. Be glad that thorns have Roses. Today's the day I worried about yesterday and it didn't happen.

First you spend a lot of time and money making the grass grow, just so you can spend a lot of time and money cutting it down again a little while later.

You make me feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry. Not your fault, she said. It's just the way you are. And what way is that? You're like something feral!

gorgeous September day. The bright sun turned it into a fantasy.

Human nature. The driver had pulled in during what had obviously been an uproar. Yet he had gone right ahead and popped the trunk. Because he was eager. He couldn't wait. He wanted the praise and the plaudits.

the loud diesel roaring died into the mountain silence.

Billy was a hardscrabble country boy, maybe forty years old, lean and furtive, like a fox and a squirrel had a kid, and spent half the time baking it in the sun, and the other half beating it with a stick.