Quotes About Nature

Evolution's Rainbow Diversity, Gender, and Sexuality in Nature and People Joan Roughgarden UNIVERSITY

She wasn't nice. She was rarely polite. And no one who knew her well would have called her a generous woman.

You may discover that when there is no resistance to totally being in hell, heaven opens up and samsara reveals its true nature as nirvana.

The point of new historical investigation is to disrupt the notion of fixity, to discover the nature of the debate or repression that leads to the appearance of timeless permanence

A bird doesn't sing because he has an answer-he sings because he has a song.

A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. Often attributed to Maya Angelou in error.

A bird does not sing because he has an answer. He sings because he has a song.

What ever was fair? What ever is? You put one foot in front of the other and you walk through all of it. And if you're lucky, like I am, on either side, you plant flowers.

The brave man is not he who feels no fear, For that were stupid and irrational; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdues, And bravely dares the danger nature shrinks from.

But woman's grief is like a summer storm, Short as it violent is.

The hushed winds wail with feeble moan Like infant charity.

Amongst the many trials to which the human mind is subjected, that of holding intercourse, real or imaginary, with the world of spirits: of finding itself alone with a being terrific and awful, whose nature and power are unknown, has been justly considered the most severe.

you have to remember that even the humble lizard uses camouflage to save his skin. The little anole can change his color when necessary.

The rabbi says God gave man dominion over animals, but animals have dominion over our hearts. So, it all evens

Dark summer grass. Lightning bugs in their slow flashing. The night above you was more in you than your breath, the stars always shifting in your chest. from "Night Sky

The world is not a problem to be solved; it is a living being to which we belong. The world is part of our own self and we are a part of its suffering wholeness. Until we go to the root of our image of separateness, there can be no healing. And the deepest part of our separateness from creation lies in our forgetfulness of its sacred nature, which is also our own sacred nature. — Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee

The Winter solstice (you haven't lived if you haven't seen us running around in our skivvies, banging on pots and pans, shouting "Come back, sun! Goddammit, come back! Come back!

Only God can make a tree and She seldom tries, nowadays.)

Until you learn better, you think that a landscaped world can't hurt you or please you, you needn't bother about its soul, you needn't be wary of its good looks. Until you learn better.

Sometimes you plant an acorn, and you plant it in good faith and instead of finding yourself with an admirable sturdy single oak tree, you're landed with a terrible mad forest that won't stop growing in all directions and develops an uncontrollable life of its own.

A man may plant a tree for a number of reasons. Perhaps he likes trees. Perhaps he wants shelter. Or perhaps he knows that someday he may need the firewood.

Horticulture is like magic. Endlessly fascinating, sometimes infuriating.

My daughter, the one who lives nearby, is raising her children to be very much aware. We went on a nature walk on Monday I'm learning so much from her.

Primeval forests! virgin sod! That Saxon has not ravish'd yet, Lo! peak on peak in stairways set— In stepping stairs that reach to God! Here we are free as sea or wind, For here are set Time's snowy tents In everlasting battlements Against the march of Saxon mind.